Never Dat!
My drip ludacris i walk thru i'm like MOVE bitch
You see that boy comin move the fuck out my way
Make room for the realest nigga in the room
You a cartoon nigga you a fucking loony toon
I'm a gorilla in the zoo and you a fucking baboon
I'm might nut on yo bitch face and make it look like splatoon
Pop me a bean and i'ma go to the moon
You can call me kuzco how i get in new my groove
She ain't like her titties fuck it get her new boobs
We went to miami just to meet dr. miami
She told me she want a nose job to look cute giving blow jobs
And i know she hurtin but i'm still gon fuck her post-opp
Pull off i'm like "yeeehaww!" cause these horses don't stop
This shit foreign it keep going it keep going
Look at my wrist, it keep snowing it keep snowing it keep snowing
Look at my kicks, these ain't converse they them high top ricky owens
You can't afford it
You can't even buy em
It's no offense to you
But all my shit high end
I don't need a stylist
You ain't got style
Run a check like a mile
I could buy the whole aisle
Look at my drip
(Look at me bitch!)
Baby you like dat shit
(I know)
I take a sip
(I take a gulp)
Got lean got sprite and shit
(Woo!)
The drugs got me lit
(It's lit!)
Damn i'm high as shit
(Damn)
I can't turn down
(Nah)
No, never dat never dat never dat
I might fuck around and fuck yo bitch just cause i knew i could
And the crib 100 acres this the wish a nigga woods
Don't run up here lil nigga you gon get stopped at the gate
He wanna rob me but that choppa make him do the harlem shake
I'm like ok, got ho's in the bay i got ho's in
LA and yo ho wanna stay and we gon film a tape
I'm fuckin dat bitch i don't give her a break
Tony the tiger cause i'm feelin great
Buss down the bezel look like frosted flakes
Killin these niggas i'm beatin the case
Shiva assassin ain't nobody safe
I cannot trust you i know you a snake
What you got on, i know that it's fake
Fendi the hoodie and louis the waist
Gucci my bag, how much you pay?
You don't look good in it it's just a waste
I ain't had shit bitch i came from the mud
But i got gifts from the heavens above
Ice on me sick, like i got the sudds
Try and run up hold the pump elmer fudd
Ice on me sick, like i got the sudds
Try and run up hold the pump Elmer Fudd
You see that boy comin move the fuck out my way
Make room for the realest nigga in the room
You a cartoon nigga you a fucking loony toon
I'm a gorilla in the zoo and you a fucking baboon
I'm might nut on yo bitch face and make it look like splatoon
Pop me a bean and i'ma go to the moon
You can call me kuzco how i get in new my groove
She ain't like her titties fuck it get her new boobs
We went to miami just to meet dr. miami
She told me she want a nose job to look cute giving blow jobs
And i know she hurtin but i'm still gon fuck her post-opp
Pull off i'm like "yeeehaww!" cause these horses don't stop
This shit foreign it keep going it keep going
Look at my wrist, it keep snowing it keep snowing it keep snowing
Look at my kicks, these ain't converse they them high top ricky owens
You can't afford it
You can't even buy em
It's no offense to you
But all my shit high end
I don't need a stylist
You ain't got style
Run a check like a mile
I could buy the whole aisle
Look at my drip
(Look at me bitch!)
Baby you like dat shit
(I know)
I take a sip
(I take a gulp)
Got lean got sprite and shit
(Woo!)
The drugs got me lit
(It's lit!)
Damn i'm high as shit
(Damn)
I can't turn down
(Nah)
No, never dat never dat never dat
I might fuck around and fuck yo bitch just cause i knew i could
And the crib 100 acres this the wish a nigga woods
Don't run up here lil nigga you gon get stopped at the gate
He wanna rob me but that choppa make him do the harlem shake
I'm like ok, got ho's in the bay i got ho's in
LA and yo ho wanna stay and we gon film a tape
I'm fuckin dat bitch i don't give her a break
Tony the tiger cause i'm feelin great
Buss down the bezel look like frosted flakes
Killin these niggas i'm beatin the case
Shiva assassin ain't nobody safe
I cannot trust you i know you a snake
What you got on, i know that it's fake
Fendi the hoodie and louis the waist
Gucci my bag, how much you pay?
You don't look good in it it's just a waste
I ain't had shit bitch i came from the mud
But i got gifts from the heavens above
Ice on me sick, like i got the sudds
Try and run up hold the pump elmer fudd
Ice on me sick, like i got the sudds
Try and run up hold the pump Elmer Fudd
Credits
Writer(s): Quest Wattley
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