Got It
Turn on
Tune in
And drop out
Right!
Who set the standards? Yeah
Who hit the stage with the stamina?
Lazy boy leaning while standing up
Who got that fye, need to ante up
Little Morrisainia
Pussy nigga, pull yo panties up
Propane fresh outta the canister
I took a enema, uh!
Shitted all over yo situation
DNA proof, the perfect competitor, uh!
Black out, headcrack, back to brackin
The regular
Who cracks the code, breaks the theories down
Pound for pound
Trap feel like Soho house, step it up
I got keys and the product
Just sit back and set it up
I think you said enough
I think yo actions don't add up wit half of the shit
That you think that you backing up
Aim this way, react, we acting up
Vacuum seal, 'bout time to pack 'em up
You can't make this shit up nigga
You can't make this shit up! Triple seven! Ultranati! Worldwide!
Hands up!
Run it up run it up run it up!
Man down
Got it on my own, fuck a handout
Stand proud
Big dawg set the tone
Watch me lay it down
Your favorite sound
Circle'n round the globe
Go head play it loud
Well endowed
Bitches hyperventilating in the crowd
Had to go get it, really grow wit' it
Four minutes ain't enough nigga
Hard to cope wit' it
Prolific, gritty, broke niggas
Can't afford feelings
So smoke's never personal
Keep all business
Uh!
Kick door, nigga, both hinges
War ready dolo, ten toes in it
13 under oath, shorty did the most for this
Lil' homie cutthroat
Three Fifty Sev when the funds low
Blat!
Still ain't no better way but my way
Huh
Still big clutch, wit the calm face
Yeah
Still outside wit a hot blade
Still not settled, I could still really violate
Still running block fades
Peel off the lot
Wheels pivot like a triple threat
Cocaine on the skillet like a dinner platt
Mask on face, no case, just a silhouette
Huh? Yeah
Doubled back, had to regulate
Still got me moving like a sinner
For the food up on my dinner plate
Mach speed down the interstate
Had to maneuver like a villain
Break the rules so I could set it straight
Say when nigga, pick a date
Fake friends, got me digging graves
Uh
Take ends never hesitate
Flow so great, make a bitch hyperventilate
Man down
Got it on my own
Fuck a handout
Stand proud
Big dawg set the tone
Watch me lay it down
Your favorite sound
Circle'n round the globe
Go head lay it round
Run it down
Bitches hyperventilatin in the crowd
Go get it
Tune in
And drop out
Right!
Who set the standards? Yeah
Who hit the stage with the stamina?
Lazy boy leaning while standing up
Who got that fye, need to ante up
Little Morrisainia
Pussy nigga, pull yo panties up
Propane fresh outta the canister
I took a enema, uh!
Shitted all over yo situation
DNA proof, the perfect competitor, uh!
Black out, headcrack, back to brackin
The regular
Who cracks the code, breaks the theories down
Pound for pound
Trap feel like Soho house, step it up
I got keys and the product
Just sit back and set it up
I think you said enough
I think yo actions don't add up wit half of the shit
That you think that you backing up
Aim this way, react, we acting up
Vacuum seal, 'bout time to pack 'em up
You can't make this shit up nigga
You can't make this shit up! Triple seven! Ultranati! Worldwide!
Hands up!
Run it up run it up run it up!
Man down
Got it on my own, fuck a handout
Stand proud
Big dawg set the tone
Watch me lay it down
Your favorite sound
Circle'n round the globe
Go head play it loud
Well endowed
Bitches hyperventilating in the crowd
Had to go get it, really grow wit' it
Four minutes ain't enough nigga
Hard to cope wit' it
Prolific, gritty, broke niggas
Can't afford feelings
So smoke's never personal
Keep all business
Uh!
Kick door, nigga, both hinges
War ready dolo, ten toes in it
13 under oath, shorty did the most for this
Lil' homie cutthroat
Three Fifty Sev when the funds low
Blat!
Still ain't no better way but my way
Huh
Still big clutch, wit the calm face
Yeah
Still outside wit a hot blade
Still not settled, I could still really violate
Still running block fades
Peel off the lot
Wheels pivot like a triple threat
Cocaine on the skillet like a dinner platt
Mask on face, no case, just a silhouette
Huh? Yeah
Doubled back, had to regulate
Still got me moving like a sinner
For the food up on my dinner plate
Mach speed down the interstate
Had to maneuver like a villain
Break the rules so I could set it straight
Say when nigga, pick a date
Fake friends, got me digging graves
Uh
Take ends never hesitate
Flow so great, make a bitch hyperventilate
Man down
Got it on my own
Fuck a handout
Stand proud
Big dawg set the tone
Watch me lay it down
Your favorite sound
Circle'n round the globe
Go head lay it round
Run it down
Bitches hyperventilatin in the crowd
Go get it
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Writer(s): Derek Ward, Dot Demo
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