Formula
Wdup wdup, pull up pull up
What's in ya cup? Who in the cut?
Who lickin' butt? Not me, no sir
I not the one I not the fuzz
I got the bread you got the crumbs
I'm big as big and big as pun
Not who you is, who are you son?
Who are you son?
What are you a product of?
Some of you are garbage dumps
I number two on all you cunts
So are you through or are you done?
I'm to fear I am the one
I appear as clear n calm but underneath a thunder storm
Wow
You thought it was fun before
Now you wanna cut it short
You reckon that I'm the force
I second that, I'm the sauce
We the Gods you came across
We gone flood the earth and watch
In a space that's way above
We the stars so aim at us
Stay way up when the Jungle drop
It's a twilight in my train of thought
This the night life, in the day you lost
The price you pay when it ain't a cost
We are the ones you love
We are the formula
We are the ones you want
We on the run like uh ooo waaa
Like uh ooo waaa
Like uh ooo waaa
Like uh ooo waaa
We are the formula
Gimme that gimme that
Gimme that gimme that there
Gimme that gimme that that
Gimme that gimme that that
Gimme that gimme that
Gimme that gimme that there
Gimme that gimme that that
Gimme that gimme that that
Hol' up hol' up roll up roll up
Who in the cut? Who not the one?
I not the one gun in di clutch
I'm finnie strut that fiyah bun
Who side you on? Who on the drugs?
I got to be the eyes of my scene
I am the reason you not gone leave
Pockets got fat, morbid obesity
I put the ease in please
Thank you for the increase
In my pay
If I prayed up I'm safe
Like I duck all day long
Get lost in my conversation
I do not hold my tongue
I have to be up front
Inside a smoking gun
Silver smith and wesson
They gonna fall off I am gone go far
Make sure it towards the sun
May get the sawed off
Make sure you saw that
When you turn round 'n run
Ya hoteps still ain't woke yet
Cause I'm so slept on like yo bed
It's no fair how you go there
Listen I ain't going no where
We are the ones you love
We are the formula
We are the ones you want
We on the run like uh ooo waaa
Like uh ooo waaa
Like uh ooo waaa
Like uh ooo waaa
We are the formula
Gimme that gimme that
Gimme that gimme that there
Gimme that gimme that that
Gimme that gimme that that
Gimme that gimme that
Gimme that gimme that there
Gimme that gimme that that
Gimme that gimme that that
Drop the bass
This that brew make ya girl act new
Step in the pic, click clack boom
I'm in that mood and you in my way
If I'm in the room then the ish gone shake
All eyes on me like you wide awake
Never tired no way Ima ride all day
Kick down yo door hang up the phone
Turn this beat up I got freaks on the low
All in my bag not all in my feels
They calling me dad they swallow my skills
Came from the mud like I'm still filth
Cry over juice and not spilled milk
What's in ya cup? Who in the cut?
Who lickin' butt? Not me, no sir
I not the one I not the fuzz
I got the bread you got the crumbs
I'm big as big and big as pun
Not who you is, who are you son?
Who are you son?
What are you a product of?
Some of you are garbage dumps
I number two on all you cunts
So are you through or are you done?
I'm to fear I am the one
I appear as clear n calm but underneath a thunder storm
Wow
You thought it was fun before
Now you wanna cut it short
You reckon that I'm the force
I second that, I'm the sauce
We the Gods you came across
We gone flood the earth and watch
In a space that's way above
We the stars so aim at us
Stay way up when the Jungle drop
It's a twilight in my train of thought
This the night life, in the day you lost
The price you pay when it ain't a cost
We are the ones you love
We are the formula
We are the ones you want
We on the run like uh ooo waaa
Like uh ooo waaa
Like uh ooo waaa
Like uh ooo waaa
We are the formula
Gimme that gimme that
Gimme that gimme that there
Gimme that gimme that that
Gimme that gimme that that
Gimme that gimme that
Gimme that gimme that there
Gimme that gimme that that
Gimme that gimme that that
Hol' up hol' up roll up roll up
Who in the cut? Who not the one?
I not the one gun in di clutch
I'm finnie strut that fiyah bun
Who side you on? Who on the drugs?
I got to be the eyes of my scene
I am the reason you not gone leave
Pockets got fat, morbid obesity
I put the ease in please
Thank you for the increase
In my pay
If I prayed up I'm safe
Like I duck all day long
Get lost in my conversation
I do not hold my tongue
I have to be up front
Inside a smoking gun
Silver smith and wesson
They gonna fall off I am gone go far
Make sure it towards the sun
May get the sawed off
Make sure you saw that
When you turn round 'n run
Ya hoteps still ain't woke yet
Cause I'm so slept on like yo bed
It's no fair how you go there
Listen I ain't going no where
We are the ones you love
We are the formula
We are the ones you want
We on the run like uh ooo waaa
Like uh ooo waaa
Like uh ooo waaa
Like uh ooo waaa
We are the formula
Gimme that gimme that
Gimme that gimme that there
Gimme that gimme that that
Gimme that gimme that that
Gimme that gimme that
Gimme that gimme that there
Gimme that gimme that that
Gimme that gimme that that
Drop the bass
This that brew make ya girl act new
Step in the pic, click clack boom
I'm in that mood and you in my way
If I'm in the room then the ish gone shake
All eyes on me like you wide awake
Never tired no way Ima ride all day
Kick down yo door hang up the phone
Turn this beat up I got freaks on the low
All in my bag not all in my feels
They calling me dad they swallow my skills
Came from the mud like I'm still filth
Cry over juice and not spilled milk
Credits
Writer(s): Camille Tomlin
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