Sage (feat. My$tik)
Huh kickin back bein cool
Uzi be bickin back bein bool
Smart man all my teachers love me
But i sell grade A after school
Salvador represent im wit my foos
Boi this a great day to bring the tool
Let that bitch rip he gon dip like a chip
It aint got no orange tip so best duck like a goose
Huh Move huh vamanos
Yo como el gato like platatanos
Estoy llamando a tu puerta dominos
Pop pop pop you get dropped like some dominos
Answer the door and he catchin a tip
Ichigo choppa he catchin them hollows
Soon got the 40 and i got the 5th
Do that addition you catchin alot those
Pullin yo card like im hittin the lotto she gag on my dick when im hittin a pothole
Its xxl when im buyin my condoms i feel like om fivi trynn fuck a mulatto like
Aye big shit aye i fell in love wit a lit bitch
Aye
Big drip shoutout to poohder he big crip aye
Big strife lil cris
Yo bitch fell in love wit this big dick
Issa freestyle im still goin in
Big gold watch got a piss wrist
Beat my depression got hit wit a big kick
I was still rockin my shows wit a slit wrist
All of my opps is too pussy they big pissed
No one a year ago now im just big cris
Was no one a year ago now im just big cris
Was no one a year ago now im just big cris
Look at my catalogue that shit a hit list
Bands in my prada bitch you gettin nada
I heard your shit and you sounding like caca
Swear all of these hoes get dumber numbers
Finna cop percys get number
Pull up wit a wand and do magic
3 Shots in you they call that a hat trick
I been poppin these beans like an addict
Movin this weight no cap got traffic
Holup bitch
Who let this lil oppa in?
Hold up bitch
Im still setting up this licc
We pullin up wit a stick wit a red dot
Choppa wont miss you know we got aimbot
Holup
I done popped 3 beans
Holup
I done bought a new beam
Get yourself straightened
Why they be hatin?
Why they be hatin?
Why they be fakin?
Critical hit i took the win
Prayin to god forgive me for my sins
You know me i roll mob deep
Cause yo gang aint shit on me
Ali my shoota he came wit that fye
Bribin the cops they clearin the files
Hop in the plane go 9000 miles
And my cocaine looking white like a kyle
Uzi be bickin back bein bool
Smart man all my teachers love me
But i sell grade A after school
Salvador represent im wit my foos
Boi this a great day to bring the tool
Let that bitch rip he gon dip like a chip
It aint got no orange tip so best duck like a goose
Huh Move huh vamanos
Yo como el gato like platatanos
Estoy llamando a tu puerta dominos
Pop pop pop you get dropped like some dominos
Answer the door and he catchin a tip
Ichigo choppa he catchin them hollows
Soon got the 40 and i got the 5th
Do that addition you catchin alot those
Pullin yo card like im hittin the lotto she gag on my dick when im hittin a pothole
Its xxl when im buyin my condoms i feel like om fivi trynn fuck a mulatto like
Aye big shit aye i fell in love wit a lit bitch
Aye
Big drip shoutout to poohder he big crip aye
Big strife lil cris
Yo bitch fell in love wit this big dick
Issa freestyle im still goin in
Big gold watch got a piss wrist
Beat my depression got hit wit a big kick
I was still rockin my shows wit a slit wrist
All of my opps is too pussy they big pissed
No one a year ago now im just big cris
Was no one a year ago now im just big cris
Was no one a year ago now im just big cris
Look at my catalogue that shit a hit list
Bands in my prada bitch you gettin nada
I heard your shit and you sounding like caca
Swear all of these hoes get dumber numbers
Finna cop percys get number
Pull up wit a wand and do magic
3 Shots in you they call that a hat trick
I been poppin these beans like an addict
Movin this weight no cap got traffic
Holup bitch
Who let this lil oppa in?
Hold up bitch
Im still setting up this licc
We pullin up wit a stick wit a red dot
Choppa wont miss you know we got aimbot
Holup
I done popped 3 beans
Holup
I done bought a new beam
Get yourself straightened
Why they be hatin?
Why they be hatin?
Why they be fakin?
Critical hit i took the win
Prayin to god forgive me for my sins
You know me i roll mob deep
Cause yo gang aint shit on me
Ali my shoota he came wit that fye
Bribin the cops they clearin the files
Hop in the plane go 9000 miles
And my cocaine looking white like a kyle
Credits
Writer(s): Cristofer Soriano
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