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I got that go go gadget flow
When the girls see you they say no no no no no
Yeah Im crazy,4 locko
No more Jordans, Open toes
Mama raised me to open doors
I'm that dude, yeah the case is closed
Oooooh
Need my space, you invader Zim
Even Drake don't need no friends
Well
At least not new ones
Get in the whip and get the cruising
Even the Browns ain't always loosing
Why y'all always boring
Caught me snoozing
Change the channel, caught me drooling
Knock on the door I'm number 2'in
What you stupid
Who you foolin
Forgot the heat
But I'm stool coolin
Imma winner
And you still losing

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Don't need no teacher to raise your hand
You 69 when you take the stand.
I'm 5'9 in 36 pants
But enough about my stats
I'm Davie Artz and I can rap
Guaranteed my verse gone slap
Uh I'm confident
But it don't take no common since
To recognize that I can spit
Like damnnnnnnnnnn
Who wrote this script
Cause these sounds coming out my lips
Compared to a scene when Denzel trip
Like bro, I ain't know you get lit
Oops I meant
I ain't know you like to get wet
Oceanfront you gone feel these steps
Your girl deep she gone feel this threat
I mean deep that she might get strep
I mean deep like a Randy Moss catch
I mean deep man let me now flex

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Can't let you go without dessert
Been the one since my own birth
Always played to come in first
But I know what it's like to be last
Call of Duty, Man I'm ass
But for some cheeks
Man I'm flash
Uber Eats, or Door Dash
It's my treat if you let me smash
With my clan and we always clash
IPhone games send me an add
Countless nights on my iPad
Damn I'm cool, better yet rad
Naw I'm lame this shit sad
Grown as man, playing 2k
99 yeah I'm straight
Talk to my friends, and I stay up late
I stay fly man where my cape
Better yet let that 3-6 play
Not talking bout my Xbox one
Grab the switch and play with my son
Let the beat ride
That was fun
Let the beat ride be
Cause I'm done

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Writer(s): David Harsch
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