Megamind (feat. Drip2Much & Frankstop)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh,
Yuh, hey, woah, let's get it
Ayy, rappers I eliminate, I deserve equal compensation
I don't wanna talk with lames, I don't want no conversations
Haters act so cowardly, shake them with no confrontation
And you already know I got the water, condensation
And this shirt is silk yuh, ain't no cotton no plantation
Oh and you remember me? well that train has left the station
Cause you know I'll be a G.O.A.T, you can peep all my creations
And you know I got the sauce, I linked with Drip for confirmation
And I'm, ti-red of all of this wait-ing
Sike, we don't do no talking pull up leave them blue like Megamind
I can take your girl, might take your girl because she looking fine
I step on the scene, she come with me, she said she like my rhymes
Yeah, got the water call it a tsunami
Talking down on me turn your brain into salami
Don't be mad cuz I got your girl she calls me papi
Get 100,000 then I spend it all on an Audi
From what I spit you could call me a dragon
Your hand always out man why you always asking
Get the money like it's magic call me Alladin
Talking all that shit but always running from the action
Get the money then I stack it
Run up on me turn you into past tense
Still talking shit, uh oh I'm so flabbergasted
Yeah we pull up with them choppas, turn your body into fragments
Remember I was broke and they was just sitting over there laughing
And now I'm up and they be the main ones that just be askin
EC kid, you know imma go retarded
Imma get this money and there's no one that can stop it
We kicking down on your door and it's gone be blood on the carpet
Niggas snitching on the gang, guess he not gang for real
Get the drop up on a op and then I let it bang for real
Pull up with the gang and then we slang, but I don't bang for real
I don't tote no things, but my fist'll hit you like some steel
Going for the kill
My niggas drill, my niggas in the field
Shout out Lil Khalil
You talking shit, bust this stick it ain't no chill
Yeah we on your head, might just have to call the meds
He a op, he call the feds, take his top and now he dead
Yeah I know I'm not a rapper, yeah this shit is just a hobby
Talking shit I up the glocky, told the bitch to go ahead top me
If you with it, told my niggas to go get it ayy
AK-47 at your top, at your fitted ayy
Shitting on these goofy hoes, give me top and then you go
Just thought I should let you know, your bitch is a goofy hoe
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh,
Yuh, hey, woah, let's get it
Ayy, rappers I eliminate, I deserve equal compensation
I don't wanna talk with lames, I don't want no conversations
Haters act so cowardly, shake them with no confrontation
And you already know I got the water, condensation
And this shirt is silk yuh, ain't no cotton no plantation
Oh and you remember me? well that train has left the station
Cause you know I'll be a G.O.A.T, you can peep all my creations
And you know I got the sauce, I linked with Drip for confirmation
And I'm, ti-red of all of this wait-ing
Sike, we don't do no talking pull up leave them blue like Megamind
I can take your girl, might take your girl because she looking fine
I step on the scene, she come with me, she said she like my rhymes
Yeah, got the water call it a tsunami
Talking down on me turn your brain into salami
Don't be mad cuz I got your girl she calls me papi
Get 100,000 then I spend it all on an Audi
From what I spit you could call me a dragon
Your hand always out man why you always asking
Get the money like it's magic call me Alladin
Talking all that shit but always running from the action
Get the money then I stack it
Run up on me turn you into past tense
Still talking shit, uh oh I'm so flabbergasted
Yeah we pull up with them choppas, turn your body into fragments
Remember I was broke and they was just sitting over there laughing
And now I'm up and they be the main ones that just be askin
EC kid, you know imma go retarded
Imma get this money and there's no one that can stop it
We kicking down on your door and it's gone be blood on the carpet
Niggas snitching on the gang, guess he not gang for real
Get the drop up on a op and then I let it bang for real
Pull up with the gang and then we slang, but I don't bang for real
I don't tote no things, but my fist'll hit you like some steel
Going for the kill
My niggas drill, my niggas in the field
Shout out Lil Khalil
You talking shit, bust this stick it ain't no chill
Yeah we on your head, might just have to call the meds
He a op, he call the feds, take his top and now he dead
Yeah I know I'm not a rapper, yeah this shit is just a hobby
Talking shit I up the glocky, told the bitch to go ahead top me
If you with it, told my niggas to go get it ayy
AK-47 at your top, at your fitted ayy
Shitting on these goofy hoes, give me top and then you go
Just thought I should let you know, your bitch is a goofy hoe
Credits
Writer(s): Devaun Clyburn
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