MMXX
I see all you niggas who claim to be killas but I know some killas forreal
I can't associate wit none of you lames it is what it is
Let em say what they wanna say bout me bet I aint gon' lose no sleep
At the end of the day guarantee them niggas they don't want no beef
I saw the ball drop in New York City changed my perspective on every thang
Swear to God aint nobody fuckin wit me and I put that shit on every thang
Y'all niggas weak caking and wifing them bitches that you know belong to the streets
I keep it G couple thousand in my jeans
I'm low-key do not make a scene
Do the dash yea I'm outta this bitch
Big big drip I gotta be rich
I know that they proud of a nigga
Flow sound like I just hit the lottery bitch
I swear this going number one
I shoulda named it the Lottery Pick
To everyone I built comradery wit don't you ever ever lie to the kid
Cup of dat mud body full of drugs got everything moving in slow motion
Got a New Jersey yea Hoboken I flex on a nigga like Hulk Hogan
Y'all need to quit y'all niggas moving like you don't remember that karma's a bitch
I keep the stick just in case a pussy nigga forgets that I'm with the shits
20 20 20 20 bitch I got 2020 vision
But I still can't see none of you niggas
I swear I'm the realest
Its clear to see that they don't know me
Fuck all dat talking you gotta show me
Chasing that bag all 2020
Im bout to level up getting my cheddar up I'm on ya ass all 2020 then I met a bitch
I asked how much she told me 20 20 so I gave her 2 dubs
She brought me some bud then we rolled it up all 2020
Peter piper picked a pack of pickled peppers y'all niggas aint doing nothing special
Bout to take this bitch up to another level Swear to God you aint never seen no one better
I keep the grass low so I see the snakes
If its food on my plate guarantee everyone came with me ate
They can't hate on your plate when they stomach full
Run up them numbers I gotta do it
Applying pressure I gotta do it
Im bout to blow where the lighter fluid
We lost Kobe in a helicopter
Same week Lamar Jackson wins MVP that shit hella proper
Im happy and sad I feel hella awkward
2020 bout to be my year at the same time its a piece of shit
Im taking my slice on some pizza
But the world is mine I aint leaving shit
Im creating a lane on you bitches
Play dumb if you wanna end up on a poster Im King James on you bitches
You jody Im Ving Rhames in the kitchen
Checking off all my goals I feel like Jon Bones Jones circa 2011
A bitch told me that I was I dog and I told her thank you because all dogs go to heaven
I had some fun wit a groupie
I took her ass out for some sushi
She gave a nigga some coochie
I bent her ass over and bit her lil booty
20 20 20 20 bitch I got 2020 vision
But I still can't see none of you niggas
I swear I'm the realest
Its clear to see that they don't know me
Fuck all dat talking you gotta show me
Chasing that bag all 2020
Im bout to level up getting my cheddar up I'm on your ass all 2020 then I met a bitch
I asked how much she told me 20 20 so I gave her 2 dubs
She brought me some bud then we rolled it up all 2020
20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 yea yea
I can't associate wit none of you lames it is what it is
Let em say what they wanna say bout me bet I aint gon' lose no sleep
At the end of the day guarantee them niggas they don't want no beef
I saw the ball drop in New York City changed my perspective on every thang
Swear to God aint nobody fuckin wit me and I put that shit on every thang
Y'all niggas weak caking and wifing them bitches that you know belong to the streets
I keep it G couple thousand in my jeans
I'm low-key do not make a scene
Do the dash yea I'm outta this bitch
Big big drip I gotta be rich
I know that they proud of a nigga
Flow sound like I just hit the lottery bitch
I swear this going number one
I shoulda named it the Lottery Pick
To everyone I built comradery wit don't you ever ever lie to the kid
Cup of dat mud body full of drugs got everything moving in slow motion
Got a New Jersey yea Hoboken I flex on a nigga like Hulk Hogan
Y'all need to quit y'all niggas moving like you don't remember that karma's a bitch
I keep the stick just in case a pussy nigga forgets that I'm with the shits
20 20 20 20 bitch I got 2020 vision
But I still can't see none of you niggas
I swear I'm the realest
Its clear to see that they don't know me
Fuck all dat talking you gotta show me
Chasing that bag all 2020
Im bout to level up getting my cheddar up I'm on ya ass all 2020 then I met a bitch
I asked how much she told me 20 20 so I gave her 2 dubs
She brought me some bud then we rolled it up all 2020
Peter piper picked a pack of pickled peppers y'all niggas aint doing nothing special
Bout to take this bitch up to another level Swear to God you aint never seen no one better
I keep the grass low so I see the snakes
If its food on my plate guarantee everyone came with me ate
They can't hate on your plate when they stomach full
Run up them numbers I gotta do it
Applying pressure I gotta do it
Im bout to blow where the lighter fluid
We lost Kobe in a helicopter
Same week Lamar Jackson wins MVP that shit hella proper
Im happy and sad I feel hella awkward
2020 bout to be my year at the same time its a piece of shit
Im taking my slice on some pizza
But the world is mine I aint leaving shit
Im creating a lane on you bitches
Play dumb if you wanna end up on a poster Im King James on you bitches
You jody Im Ving Rhames in the kitchen
Checking off all my goals I feel like Jon Bones Jones circa 2011
A bitch told me that I was I dog and I told her thank you because all dogs go to heaven
I had some fun wit a groupie
I took her ass out for some sushi
She gave a nigga some coochie
I bent her ass over and bit her lil booty
20 20 20 20 bitch I got 2020 vision
But I still can't see none of you niggas
I swear I'm the realest
Its clear to see that they don't know me
Fuck all dat talking you gotta show me
Chasing that bag all 2020
Im bout to level up getting my cheddar up I'm on your ass all 2020 then I met a bitch
I asked how much she told me 20 20 so I gave her 2 dubs
She brought me some bud then we rolled it up all 2020
20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 20 yea yea
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Writer(s): Alan Honors
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