Climax

Yeah
See eight
Uh-uh

Look
I take the blame, I feel the flame
God bless the king
God see the soul
That's from my name
Mob with the gang
And rob on the plane
Hop on the range
Make you feel like god must decay
Dive by the chain
Go black, arms with the aim
Cock everything going side shots
Bought the ring
Got 'em with the shits
No, no I'm not with the games
If she a bad bitch I guarantee she know my name
Yea, pop that pussy for Jahvon
I can't help it if all your girl mine
I'ma run it 'til I run out of time
I go harder than any rapper in the world combined
You the type of nigga searchin' for a style to mimic
I'm the type to come on a hundred thousand flip it
Pull up my BM and the Benz get out that Civic
Ya'll talk the gangs the shit because I really love it
Buy every house around my hood
Can't wait to say I did it
Ever since I couldn't bought 'em Jays
It's the time to get it
I've been waiting, this shit
I'm only fuckin' with whoever fuck with me
I'm not no limb boy
Ain't no son in me
Shoutout my big homes, the Neroe Bonka
Man what's up with all these pussy boys wearin' rompers
Niggas doin' anythin' tryin' to pull up numbers
Go one maybe these days will come among us

(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yea)



Credits
Writer(s): Sterling White Jr., Jahvon Myers, Jared K Brown
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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