No Comparison
I don't compare wit these niggas
War imma declare w these niggas
Drop bombs out the air On niggas
Make sure Imma disappear on these niggas
Blow the roof off the club
At the wild Greg's where they buzz
Party geta poppin
Watchin everybody jump
(We don't give a fuck)
Nah we don't give a fuck
If we litty we go nuttz
Swear my pop Out always clutch
Bitch I'm the man
I'm the man
I'm the man
Really do this shit because I can
Magic w the touch I'm Peter Pan
And to be honest I don't really give a damn
Fuckin yo bitch on a Friday
Cuz that's my day
Tell her don't make no noise
Sling her to the homies next day
She goin anyway
Cuz Saturday's are made for the boys
Back like a crack addict at it again
Don't even tie w my shoe Bitch I win
Niggas be givin me way too much slack
Wen it happen
They seein me zoom w the wind
Please oh please don't make me do it again
Shordy I'm tryina hit you and ya friends
If u ain't on me you doin a sin
Cuz ya friends are the 12s
You not even a 10
I don't compare wit these niggas
War imma declare w these niggas
Drop bombs out the air On niggas
Make sure Imma disappear on these niggas
Blow the roof off the club
At the wild Greg's where they buzz
Party geta poppin
Watchin everybody jump
(We don't give a fuck)
Nah we don't give a fuck
If we litty we go nuttz
Swear my pop Out always clutch
I don't compare w these niggas
I'm swaggin Out
I find a bitch and I bag it now
Hop in the coop and they passin loud
Don't got no Ls but I'm mashin Out
Goin 90 in a 35
Lord Forgive me I don't really think
I want to die
Sun beatin on me I'm fried
Recline the seat
Chop the roof
Off the ride
Bitch I'm the man round her
I stand out here
I stay round here
My band out here
I ain't Playin round here
No man I fear
The van I steer Kidnap a man out here
Party always pumpin
People jumping aww shit
Now I got em fist pumpin
We bumpin loud
Turn it up
Hollywood don't miss a shot
You on to something
I know imma get it I'm In it I'm hot
I'm heatin like Pong I don't miss any shots
When drinkin the remmy My body get hot
And I'm findin the bag If I'm ready or not
Niggas be stealin my style
I can't compare w em I am too wild
They see the way I be movin the crowd
I am the king nigga gimme my crown
I don't compare wit these niggas
War imma declare w these niggas
Drop bombs out the air On niggas
Make sure Imma disappear on these niggas
Blow the roof off the club
War imma declare w these niggas
Drop bombs out the air On niggas
Make sure Imma disappear on these niggas
Blow the roof off the club
At the wild Greg's where they buzz
Party geta poppin
Watchin everybody jump
(We don't give a fuck)
Nah we don't give a fuck
If we litty we go nuttz
Swear my pop Out always clutch
Bitch I'm the man
I'm the man
I'm the man
Really do this shit because I can
Magic w the touch I'm Peter Pan
And to be honest I don't really give a damn
Fuckin yo bitch on a Friday
Cuz that's my day
Tell her don't make no noise
Sling her to the homies next day
She goin anyway
Cuz Saturday's are made for the boys
Back like a crack addict at it again
Don't even tie w my shoe Bitch I win
Niggas be givin me way too much slack
Wen it happen
They seein me zoom w the wind
Please oh please don't make me do it again
Shordy I'm tryina hit you and ya friends
If u ain't on me you doin a sin
Cuz ya friends are the 12s
You not even a 10
I don't compare wit these niggas
War imma declare w these niggas
Drop bombs out the air On niggas
Make sure Imma disappear on these niggas
Blow the roof off the club
At the wild Greg's where they buzz
Party geta poppin
Watchin everybody jump
(We don't give a fuck)
Nah we don't give a fuck
If we litty we go nuttz
Swear my pop Out always clutch
I don't compare w these niggas
I'm swaggin Out
I find a bitch and I bag it now
Hop in the coop and they passin loud
Don't got no Ls but I'm mashin Out
Goin 90 in a 35
Lord Forgive me I don't really think
I want to die
Sun beatin on me I'm fried
Recline the seat
Chop the roof
Off the ride
Bitch I'm the man round her
I stand out here
I stay round here
My band out here
I ain't Playin round here
No man I fear
The van I steer Kidnap a man out here
Party always pumpin
People jumping aww shit
Now I got em fist pumpin
We bumpin loud
Turn it up
Hollywood don't miss a shot
You on to something
I know imma get it I'm In it I'm hot
I'm heatin like Pong I don't miss any shots
When drinkin the remmy My body get hot
And I'm findin the bag If I'm ready or not
Niggas be stealin my style
I can't compare w em I am too wild
They see the way I be movin the crowd
I am the king nigga gimme my crown
I don't compare wit these niggas
War imma declare w these niggas
Drop bombs out the air On niggas
Make sure Imma disappear on these niggas
Blow the roof off the club
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Writer(s): Tariq Smith
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