Official
I'm official I got these stripes like a referee
Even if you was a kappa you couldn't step to me
And all that pain I been through brought out the best in me
I got the skills for this shit and the integrity
She know that I'm a dog, she trying to feed me pedigree
I can tell the jealousy, it built up
Hard head make a soft ass for them niggas that's playing tough
Coming up yea my niggas we had it rough
All them bologna sandwiches and noodles had a nigga buff
These the scars of a soldier, what Imma hide em for?
Better pipe that shit down before I pipe it up
I heard her friend want to fuck now I'm piping her
I'm that dog breed you know I dog that dog stuff
Blowing good gas in this bih got it fogged up
Shitting on em I done left the camode clogged up
Pussy you gone throw ya hands or you gone ball up?
Pshh. man these niggas ain't no ballers
Aint no shot callers, they do it for the blog bruh
Want to see how a real nigga move?
Tell em blog us
Call us
I been
Left them niggas in the back like a spoiler
I'm just making sure you hear me like a charger
Clothes soaked yea I came from under water
Where times get harder and you got to move smarter
I'm official
Niggas aint playing these days, now days bou you gone get ya issue
I'm official
I'm blowing a pistol nigga I don't need a whistle
I'm too official
Step in my office
See this shit I kick I teach ya how to talk it
But if you talking that shit then you got to walk it
And I don't know what you call it lil nigga
Lil nigga, lil nigga but I'm official
Even if you was a kappa you couldn't step to me
And all that pain I been through brought out the best in me
I got the skills for this shit and the integrity
She know that I'm a dog, she trying to feed me pedigree
I can tell the jealousy, it built up
Hard head make a soft ass for them niggas that's playing tough
Coming up yea my niggas we had it rough
All them bologna sandwiches and noodles had a nigga buff
These the scars of a soldier, what Imma hide em for?
Better pipe that shit down before I pipe it up
I heard her friend want to fuck now I'm piping her
I'm that dog breed you know I dog that dog stuff
Blowing good gas in this bih got it fogged up
Shitting on em I done left the camode clogged up
Pussy you gone throw ya hands or you gone ball up?
Pshh. man these niggas ain't no ballers
Aint no shot callers, they do it for the blog bruh
Want to see how a real nigga move?
Tell em blog us
Call us
I been
Left them niggas in the back like a spoiler
I'm just making sure you hear me like a charger
Clothes soaked yea I came from under water
Where times get harder and you got to move smarter
I'm official
Niggas aint playing these days, now days bou you gone get ya issue
I'm official
I'm blowing a pistol nigga I don't need a whistle
I'm too official
Step in my office
See this shit I kick I teach ya how to talk it
But if you talking that shit then you got to walk it
And I don't know what you call it lil nigga
Lil nigga, lil nigga but I'm official
Credits
Writer(s): Toré Scott
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