No Contest
Yea
Lets go
RelicRhymes
Yea
Yea
Yea
Gettin' top while I'm drivin
I make sure my windows is tinted
This show isn't free
Oh that's your girl?
Nah, she a freak
And that means she rollin wit me
And if i got some problems
You know ima solve em
I ain't no bitch I'm a G
If I want it I get it for free
Got them diamonds all over my piece
I just went to the dentist he flooded my teeth
Yea who says we got beef?
I should've never went down to the zoo
They put me in cage wit gorillas
They thought I was Keef
On the block wit my people
Yea we rollin deep
I brought the broom
Sweep sweep
In the back of the room
Sweep sweep
We clean up the room
This shit goin boom!
Money disorder I got diagnosis
Breakin' her spine she got scoliosis
I take a pic and I like it, I post it
He hit a lick but I never expose him
Diamond rings look like I'm proposing
He ain't be shootin that gun is for posing
I ain't gotta stress I knew I was chosen
We make a mess wherever we goin'
Talk wit your chest or don't talk at all
All my bros on call
All my whips got tints
All my bitch got bitches
Flippin' them bitches
Control switches
I saw her face
Put that bitch right in her place
I don't give samples
You don't get a taste
I pull up to the place
A whole lotta red tape
Babygirl you with Relic
So your life is great
Play my shit at the club
Shake
Shake
Shake
Let's go
I don't
Deal with
Hate
Hate
I'm baggin' these bitches
I don't got deal with this nonsense
Between you and me ain't no contest
And if it was you lost it
Let's do it
Money disorder I got diagnosis
Breakin' her spine she got scoliosis
I take a pic and I like it, I post it
He hit a lick but I never expose him
Diamond rings look like I'm proposing
He ain't be shootin that gun is for posing
I ain't gotta stress I knew I was chosen
We make a mess wherever we goin'
Money disorder I got diagnosis
Breakin' her spine she got scoliosis
I take a pic and I like it, I post it
He hit a lick but I never expose him
Diamond rings look like I'm proposing
He ain't be shootin that gun is for posing
I ain't gotta stress I knew I was chosen
We make a mess wherever we goin'
Yea yea
Lets go
RelicRhymes
Yea
Yea
Yea
Gettin' top while I'm drivin
I make sure my windows is tinted
This show isn't free
Oh that's your girl?
Nah, she a freak
And that means she rollin wit me
And if i got some problems
You know ima solve em
I ain't no bitch I'm a G
If I want it I get it for free
Got them diamonds all over my piece
I just went to the dentist he flooded my teeth
Yea who says we got beef?
I should've never went down to the zoo
They put me in cage wit gorillas
They thought I was Keef
On the block wit my people
Yea we rollin deep
I brought the broom
Sweep sweep
In the back of the room
Sweep sweep
We clean up the room
This shit goin boom!
Money disorder I got diagnosis
Breakin' her spine she got scoliosis
I take a pic and I like it, I post it
He hit a lick but I never expose him
Diamond rings look like I'm proposing
He ain't be shootin that gun is for posing
I ain't gotta stress I knew I was chosen
We make a mess wherever we goin'
Talk wit your chest or don't talk at all
All my bros on call
All my whips got tints
All my bitch got bitches
Flippin' them bitches
Control switches
I saw her face
Put that bitch right in her place
I don't give samples
You don't get a taste
I pull up to the place
A whole lotta red tape
Babygirl you with Relic
So your life is great
Play my shit at the club
Shake
Shake
Shake
Let's go
I don't
Deal with
Hate
Hate
I'm baggin' these bitches
I don't got deal with this nonsense
Between you and me ain't no contest
And if it was you lost it
Let's do it
Money disorder I got diagnosis
Breakin' her spine she got scoliosis
I take a pic and I like it, I post it
He hit a lick but I never expose him
Diamond rings look like I'm proposing
He ain't be shootin that gun is for posing
I ain't gotta stress I knew I was chosen
We make a mess wherever we goin'
Money disorder I got diagnosis
Breakin' her spine she got scoliosis
I take a pic and I like it, I post it
He hit a lick but I never expose him
Diamond rings look like I'm proposing
He ain't be shootin that gun is for posing
I ain't gotta stress I knew I was chosen
We make a mess wherever we goin'
Yea yea
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