The Meat
Jumpin' out the coupe
Fresh to death
Golvin reppin'
On my chest
And got the shoes to match
Camo 97's
With the flag, attached
Laces like a vibrant lemon
O$KR turnin heads
Like Major Payne
Break ya fingers
Take your necklace
Why your glasses steamin up
You talkin shit that's extra
I'm Droppin records on the daily
Tryin cop a Tesla
Fuck your beamers
And your Benz'
Gangsters drivin girl cars
Still they flexin'
Go head and
Pitch that shit to Netflix
We spit that shit
To bump, to make your head spin
Doaptruck Genetics
We ain't shaking hands
Don't answer questions
Thought you was safe at home
Bitch I am the exorcist
I'm known to make a pussy fold
With the twitch of my wrist
Beat on the chest like Kong
Takin' hits from the bong
Smell between the lines
This doaptruck is these fuckin' bomb
Come cop a bag if you feelin' froggy
Take it in you feelin' saucy
We on the top where there ain't no body
Bitch you could never step to the position
Cuz you the opposition
Anything else to me is wishful fiction
As we strollin' down ya block
Hear the doors get locked
Bitch I'm clearin' clips
With no requisites
Fresh to death
Golvin reppin'
On my chest
And got the shoes to match
Camo 97's
With the flag, attached
Laces like a vibrant lemon
O$KR turnin heads
Like Major Payne
Break ya fingers
Take your necklace
Why your glasses steamin up
You talkin shit that's extra
I'm Droppin records on the daily
Tryin cop a Tesla
Fuck your beamers
And your Benz'
Gangsters drivin girl cars
Still they flexin'
Go head and
Pitch that shit to Netflix
We spit that shit
To bump, to make your head spin
Doaptruck Genetics
We ain't shaking hands
Don't answer questions
Thought you was safe at home
Bitch I am the exorcist
I'm known to make a pussy fold
With the twitch of my wrist
Beat on the chest like Kong
Takin' hits from the bong
Smell between the lines
This doaptruck is these fuckin' bomb
Come cop a bag if you feelin' froggy
Take it in you feelin' saucy
We on the top where there ain't no body
Bitch you could never step to the position
Cuz you the opposition
Anything else to me is wishful fiction
As we strollin' down ya block
Hear the doors get locked
Bitch I'm clearin' clips
With no requisites
Credits
Writer(s): Oskr B
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