BOOTY
(Sheesh, sheesh)
I might do like Venice Beach and sell my CDs, shit
Staying hydrated, fuck the liquor on some DD shit
Deep slap you out the bar with them hands I sold you CDs with
Controller holding genie grip, never rock designer
Should I follow what they tease me with, we got higher values
Y'all are barely popping cleaving rip, my team is full of pinkies
Pointed upwards by some geniuses (genius)
Turn around on swivel chairs and say
"Shall we meet again?" on some Dr. Evil shit
Down the cop receipts and write 'em off like they don't mean a thing
I ain't flexing cash I'm bragging how I Gary Vee'd this shit
Wake up early 6 o'clock, feed the cat, read a book
Mix n' matching dirty samples, writing Peter Griffin hooks
Straight stupid, never divvy that paper bitch, I'm Babe Ruthin'
Every day got a new motherfucker
With a Soundcloud link to the same music
'Cause y'all still still got the same muses (whaaat?)
I bang Nirvana with the same amusement, so what? (whaaat?)
Yeah
Oh you wanna build and you got some ideas and a vision
Wait a minute, hold up (hold up)
I had no game given to me and I really wasn't invited here
I just showed up (showed up)
They had me on my doubt game strong said I wouldn't last long
I grow'd up (grow'd up)
Don't let 'em get you down (nah)
Legs, arms folded, meditate
Yeah swole solstice brother munching Willie Maes
Printed pattern pills on platters, I could serve a river waves
I could butterfly the Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love a wraith
Now that's how you let a floor model misbehave
Ok, 97 backfield pack pat feel off
Black wearing plat grills at my last meal
Cash out fifth ave steal if the ass real
Peel back windshields drill 'till the sax spill
Lip smacking' grass swords
Last verse I poured was like nicotine to newborns, in the crack ward
Told y'all the task force masked forward in a Rav4
Run a lane, driving crash course, shattered backboards from half court
Passport looking Shammgod euro cut Giannis
Life's a wet beach I'm on an inflatable dolphin
Passin' InstaLindsay Lohan
Grams through Decaduro dollars
Squadron larger than the Dodgers, some ebonic Mr. Rogers (ummm)
Yeah
Oh you wanna build and you got some ideas and a vision
Wait a minute, hold up (hold up), yeah
I had no game given to me and I really wasn't invited here
I just showed up (showed up), ay
They had me on my doubt game strong said I wouldn't last long
I grow'd up (grow'd up), yeah
Don't let 'em get you down (nah)
Legs, arms folded, meditate
I might do like Venice Beach and sell my CDs, shit
Staying hydrated, fuck the liquor on some DD shit
Deep slap you out the bar with them hands I sold you CDs with
Controller holding genie grip, never rock designer
Should I follow what they tease me with, we got higher values
Y'all are barely popping cleaving rip, my team is full of pinkies
Pointed upwards by some geniuses (genius)
Turn around on swivel chairs and say
"Shall we meet again?" on some Dr. Evil shit
Down the cop receipts and write 'em off like they don't mean a thing
I ain't flexing cash I'm bragging how I Gary Vee'd this shit
Wake up early 6 o'clock, feed the cat, read a book
Mix n' matching dirty samples, writing Peter Griffin hooks
Straight stupid, never divvy that paper bitch, I'm Babe Ruthin'
Every day got a new motherfucker
With a Soundcloud link to the same music
'Cause y'all still still got the same muses (whaaat?)
I bang Nirvana with the same amusement, so what? (whaaat?)
Yeah
Oh you wanna build and you got some ideas and a vision
Wait a minute, hold up (hold up)
I had no game given to me and I really wasn't invited here
I just showed up (showed up)
They had me on my doubt game strong said I wouldn't last long
I grow'd up (grow'd up)
Don't let 'em get you down (nah)
Legs, arms folded, meditate
Yeah swole solstice brother munching Willie Maes
Printed pattern pills on platters, I could serve a river waves
I could butterfly the Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love a wraith
Now that's how you let a floor model misbehave
Ok, 97 backfield pack pat feel off
Black wearing plat grills at my last meal
Cash out fifth ave steal if the ass real
Peel back windshields drill 'till the sax spill
Lip smacking' grass swords
Last verse I poured was like nicotine to newborns, in the crack ward
Told y'all the task force masked forward in a Rav4
Run a lane, driving crash course, shattered backboards from half court
Passport looking Shammgod euro cut Giannis
Life's a wet beach I'm on an inflatable dolphin
Passin' InstaLindsay Lohan
Grams through Decaduro dollars
Squadron larger than the Dodgers, some ebonic Mr. Rogers (ummm)
Yeah
Oh you wanna build and you got some ideas and a vision
Wait a minute, hold up (hold up), yeah
I had no game given to me and I really wasn't invited here
I just showed up (showed up), ay
They had me on my doubt game strong said I wouldn't last long
I grow'd up (grow'd up), yeah
Don't let 'em get you down (nah)
Legs, arms folded, meditate
Credits
Writer(s): Sammie Benson, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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