Gotta Go Freestyle
Give me something then I might be amused
I'm a mystery, this is no Blue Clues
Find a mystery like Scooby-Doo
Talk behind my back, I might bring my crew
YSL, TB4L, what it do
Why are you trynna tell me what to do
There is no plane, so nobody is landing here
Stay in your lane because nobody is coming near
I'm in a good mood so I hit my Diddy Bop
I'm in a good mood so I hit my Milly Rock
Up on like any block
Up in the class, no no, I don't talk to thots
He acting so hard like he really own the block
Over there yapping his mouth, oh yeah he an opp
He do not want the smoke, knock em' down in a roll
He finna say the excuse that he gotta go
Fly out of states when I hop out the spaceship
He be riding the wave when he hop out the space-whip
He be following trends, yeah he tryna go viral
You tryna talk to me but where is your title
My music spreading like crack in the 80s
She like my drip, she tryna handle my babies
You acting too crazy, where the asylum
Week after week might as well drop an album
What you tryna do, babygirl tryna link
She is mommy material, might buy a ring
Laying him on the map, like a wrestling ring
Do not play basketball, but I am MVP
I can see through you, I don't need no eyes
Don't gotta tell me, I can tell if you lie
Give me something then I might be amused
If you say one more word then you up on the news
Give me something then I might be amused
I'm a mystery, this is no Blue Clues
Find a mystery like Scooby-Doo
Talk behind my back, I might bring my crew
YSL, TB4L, what it do
Why are you trynna tell me what to do
There is no plane, so nobody is landing here
Stay in your lane because nobody is coming near
I'm in a good mood so I hit my Diddy Bop
I'm in a good mood so I hit my Milly Rock
Up on like any block
Up in the class, no no, I don't talk to thots
He acting so hard like he really own the block
Over there yapping his mouth, oh yeah he an opp
He do not want the smoke, knock em' down in a roll
He finna say the excuse that he gotta go
Ky Woo
Woo (Get)
Woo (Ah)
Woo (Let's Go)
Woo (Slime)
Woo (Ky)
Woo (Ky)
Yeah
Bently on, Bently on me
I take the gratitude for all my achievements
I am so proud for what I achieved
I'm not a rat but I care bout my cheese (Woah)
Back in my town, I get regular rounds
By the pound, by the pound
Ooh I love how that sound
Let me take you downtown, let me show you around
It's an evil lil' world, yeah, you can get replaced
Yeah uh, Stay in your place
I choose the 002 for the race
Maybe a Uris to shove in your face
Or maybe the 350-GT today
Give me something then I might be amused
I'm a mystery, this is no Blue Clues
Find a mystery like Scooby-Doo
Talk behind my back, I might bring my crew
YSL, TB4L, what it do
Why are you trynna tell me what to do
There is no plane, so nobody is landing here
Stay in your lane because nobody is coming near
I'm in a good mood so I hit my Diddy Bop
I'm in a good mood so I hit my Milly Rock
Up on like any block
Up in the class, no no, I don't talk to thots
He acting so hard like he really own the block
Over there yapping his mouth, oh yeah he an opp
He do not want the smoke, knock em' down in a roll
He finna say the excuse that he gotta go
Blrrrd Blrrrd
Blrrrd Blrrrd
Blrrrd Blrrrd
Blrrrd Blrrrd
I'm a mystery, this is no Blue Clues
Find a mystery like Scooby-Doo
Talk behind my back, I might bring my crew
YSL, TB4L, what it do
Why are you trynna tell me what to do
There is no plane, so nobody is landing here
Stay in your lane because nobody is coming near
I'm in a good mood so I hit my Diddy Bop
I'm in a good mood so I hit my Milly Rock
Up on like any block
Up in the class, no no, I don't talk to thots
He acting so hard like he really own the block
Over there yapping his mouth, oh yeah he an opp
He do not want the smoke, knock em' down in a roll
He finna say the excuse that he gotta go
Fly out of states when I hop out the spaceship
He be riding the wave when he hop out the space-whip
He be following trends, yeah he tryna go viral
You tryna talk to me but where is your title
My music spreading like crack in the 80s
She like my drip, she tryna handle my babies
You acting too crazy, where the asylum
Week after week might as well drop an album
What you tryna do, babygirl tryna link
She is mommy material, might buy a ring
Laying him on the map, like a wrestling ring
Do not play basketball, but I am MVP
I can see through you, I don't need no eyes
Don't gotta tell me, I can tell if you lie
Give me something then I might be amused
If you say one more word then you up on the news
Give me something then I might be amused
I'm a mystery, this is no Blue Clues
Find a mystery like Scooby-Doo
Talk behind my back, I might bring my crew
YSL, TB4L, what it do
Why are you trynna tell me what to do
There is no plane, so nobody is landing here
Stay in your lane because nobody is coming near
I'm in a good mood so I hit my Diddy Bop
I'm in a good mood so I hit my Milly Rock
Up on like any block
Up in the class, no no, I don't talk to thots
He acting so hard like he really own the block
Over there yapping his mouth, oh yeah he an opp
He do not want the smoke, knock em' down in a roll
He finna say the excuse that he gotta go
Ky Woo
Woo (Get)
Woo (Ah)
Woo (Let's Go)
Woo (Slime)
Woo (Ky)
Woo (Ky)
Yeah
Bently on, Bently on me
I take the gratitude for all my achievements
I am so proud for what I achieved
I'm not a rat but I care bout my cheese (Woah)
Back in my town, I get regular rounds
By the pound, by the pound
Ooh I love how that sound
Let me take you downtown, let me show you around
It's an evil lil' world, yeah, you can get replaced
Yeah uh, Stay in your place
I choose the 002 for the race
Maybe a Uris to shove in your face
Or maybe the 350-GT today
Give me something then I might be amused
I'm a mystery, this is no Blue Clues
Find a mystery like Scooby-Doo
Talk behind my back, I might bring my crew
YSL, TB4L, what it do
Why are you trynna tell me what to do
There is no plane, so nobody is landing here
Stay in your lane because nobody is coming near
I'm in a good mood so I hit my Diddy Bop
I'm in a good mood so I hit my Milly Rock
Up on like any block
Up in the class, no no, I don't talk to thots
He acting so hard like he really own the block
Over there yapping his mouth, oh yeah he an opp
He do not want the smoke, knock em' down in a roll
He finna say the excuse that he gotta go
Blrrrd Blrrrd
Blrrrd Blrrrd
Blrrrd Blrrrd
Blrrrd Blrrrd
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Writer(s): Dennis Gordon
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