KiK3!
If I'm in the picture then how you gon crop me
If I'm at the top then how you gon top me
Just like Kakashi
You straight copy
Talkin that shit like a Xbox lobby
Flow Mc Hammer can't touch this
40 wildin out can't function
Bumpin
Drummin
Boy we up to somethin
Concussion
Gushin that's for interrupting
Watchin me bop
She the givin top
Cause I'm at the top
I never stop
Bitch yous a flop
Carry that mop
Watch me swap
Oou Let me rock
Oou Let me shine
I'm a boss
Oouu Let me grind
Money hunt
Oouu ima find
Get the bread oh yes it's mine
I'm next in line
Now she on the wave like a cruise
Designer all the way to my shoes
Drippin the sauce like I hopped out the pool
Matter of fact I'm drippin like drool
I'm at the top no ceiling fans
I call my choppa jimmy neutron
Watch that shit say I gotta blast
Lil guy I'm the big man
I got the chakara in my veins
Nine tails inside go insane
Picking up the flow like a crane
Roof go poof David Blaine
I'm off the chain, unleashed
Demon inside a beast
You said you can step into my shoes just don't leave a crease
Tell the camera to zoom in
Now pan out
Bitch wanna fuck blew her back out
High speed chase took the back route
Runnin yo lip giving bad mouth
Like prime Shaq you get packed down
I was gone but I'm back now
I been ballin so damn hard ion even know what to do with all this money
Shawty way too ugly and she ain't all that funny
I did what I did I said it I said it
I put you on so gimme my credit
I'm cutting up just like an edit
Don't need yo love I'm chasin this fetty
Tell me to calm down but I really really can't
Michael Jackson slide
Billie jeans my pants
Moon walk on yo hoe
Show her I can really really dance
I can tell she a nat nat
Just by looking at her stance
Watching close I seen you switch
Talkin shit cause you a bitch
Born n raised Miami jit
Witcho grandma she help me knit
Why acting like a skit
She ask who I'm wit
Girl that really ain't yo bizz
Now shut up n eat this glizz
Gimme some room I needa breath I need breath
You movin weird you needa leave you needa leave
I am the chief no I'm not keef
I look at my neck I want it on freeze I want it on freeze
I'm wit yo bitch we in the keys we in the keys she on her knees
Always in my white t
Girl you know I'm flossin
Gold chain makin moves
Hoe you know Im Bossin
I'm in carol city
Where Rick Ross been
Said you got this n that
Man that's that nonsense
That's my Sonya Blade
Hit em in the neck
Pop em with the tech
Bitch I Hit em in the face
Bitch I got my weapon
Thats for disrespectin
Two gun shots
Send his ass to heaven
OKAY
If I'm at the top then how you gon top me
Just like Kakashi
You straight copy
Talkin that shit like a Xbox lobby
Flow Mc Hammer can't touch this
40 wildin out can't function
Bumpin
Drummin
Boy we up to somethin
Concussion
Gushin that's for interrupting
Watchin me bop
She the givin top
Cause I'm at the top
I never stop
Bitch yous a flop
Carry that mop
Watch me swap
Oou Let me rock
Oou Let me shine
I'm a boss
Oouu Let me grind
Money hunt
Oouu ima find
Get the bread oh yes it's mine
I'm next in line
Now she on the wave like a cruise
Designer all the way to my shoes
Drippin the sauce like I hopped out the pool
Matter of fact I'm drippin like drool
I'm at the top no ceiling fans
I call my choppa jimmy neutron
Watch that shit say I gotta blast
Lil guy I'm the big man
I got the chakara in my veins
Nine tails inside go insane
Picking up the flow like a crane
Roof go poof David Blaine
I'm off the chain, unleashed
Demon inside a beast
You said you can step into my shoes just don't leave a crease
Tell the camera to zoom in
Now pan out
Bitch wanna fuck blew her back out
High speed chase took the back route
Runnin yo lip giving bad mouth
Like prime Shaq you get packed down
I was gone but I'm back now
I been ballin so damn hard ion even know what to do with all this money
Shawty way too ugly and she ain't all that funny
I did what I did I said it I said it
I put you on so gimme my credit
I'm cutting up just like an edit
Don't need yo love I'm chasin this fetty
Tell me to calm down but I really really can't
Michael Jackson slide
Billie jeans my pants
Moon walk on yo hoe
Show her I can really really dance
I can tell she a nat nat
Just by looking at her stance
Watching close I seen you switch
Talkin shit cause you a bitch
Born n raised Miami jit
Witcho grandma she help me knit
Why acting like a skit
She ask who I'm wit
Girl that really ain't yo bizz
Now shut up n eat this glizz
Gimme some room I needa breath I need breath
You movin weird you needa leave you needa leave
I am the chief no I'm not keef
I look at my neck I want it on freeze I want it on freeze
I'm wit yo bitch we in the keys we in the keys she on her knees
Always in my white t
Girl you know I'm flossin
Gold chain makin moves
Hoe you know Im Bossin
I'm in carol city
Where Rick Ross been
Said you got this n that
Man that's that nonsense
That's my Sonya Blade
Hit em in the neck
Pop em with the tech
Bitch I Hit em in the face
Bitch I got my weapon
Thats for disrespectin
Two gun shots
Send his ass to heaven
OKAY
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Writer(s): Christian Barcelo
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