Fanboy and Chum Chum
Aye Come on, What's the talk about
He fighting for his life, like Dj unk we make him walk him out
We split his ass in two gonna be hard for them to chalk it out
Talk crazy on the net, but when we see him he gonna shut his mouth
Damn,Damn, Damn Damn
Damn, Damn,Damn
Nah fr I hate this rap shit
These niggas really do this shit for clout yeah cap shit
I'm fucking on your bitch
(naww naww don't lie)
Could've fucked your bitch, I like em bougie but she ratchet
She keep acting like it's real but we know her booty plastic
Doing tricks on the dick, she a little acrobatic
A gorilla in the face, lemme Hit it from the back bitch
Nah I'm playing lemme get back in my groove
You'll think ya body jello way these shells make you move
Think I'm bluffing come and catch it, bet that bullet make you
(Shhhhh)
Brodie itching with his iron, he can't wait to use his tool
Yeah, ugh he a soul catcher
Got nothing on his plate, I ask how much? He want the whole platter
I'm Baking niggas cake, I'm telling scoop I need some more batter
You already mad enough, fuck you want me make you more madder
Ugh fuck it let me go again
Ima always be 100, like I'm 10 x 10
I'm giving niggas wisdom, you can call me Mr. Reverend
Ahh fuck it lemme tag the youngan in
Man fuck
Spilled some wock up on my white tee
Don't wanna be compared, ain't none of them niggas like me
Wearing Nike tech with off whites, I'm a hype-beast
Bullshitting I just dropped a six into a Hi-C
Ugh bump a nigga down for all that dissing, you ain't like that
Smoking on little ugh, know he wish he had his life back
Taking niggas guns, know he wish he had his pipe back
Naw taking niggas ugh, know he wish he had his
Aye these niggas only act tough on the media
Don't think you can't get touch, eventually I'm gonna be seeing ya
Ain't cuffing on these hoes, we just fucking I ain't feeding ya
She don't give a fuck, call his phone while I'm beating her
Sipping wock hard, speeding in that scat going fast
Fuck a cop car cause I got bout a zip up on the dash
You is not hard, Ah pop up on you put you on your ass
I'll give it to my niggas before I give a hoe my last
Ugh Shake a nigga street like a mother fucking earthquake
Niggas get the tripping, put them back up to their birth place
Tryna fuck with me,I'll turn this to your worst day
Traumatize a nigga whole family in the worst way
Ugh yeah nigga
Traumatize a nigga whole family in the worst way
Nigga
Shake a little nigga whole street like a earthquake
He fighting for his life, like Dj unk we make him walk him out
We split his ass in two gonna be hard for them to chalk it out
Talk crazy on the net, but when we see him he gonna shut his mouth
Damn,Damn, Damn Damn
Damn, Damn,Damn
Nah fr I hate this rap shit
These niggas really do this shit for clout yeah cap shit
I'm fucking on your bitch
(naww naww don't lie)
Could've fucked your bitch, I like em bougie but she ratchet
She keep acting like it's real but we know her booty plastic
Doing tricks on the dick, she a little acrobatic
A gorilla in the face, lemme Hit it from the back bitch
Nah I'm playing lemme get back in my groove
You'll think ya body jello way these shells make you move
Think I'm bluffing come and catch it, bet that bullet make you
(Shhhhh)
Brodie itching with his iron, he can't wait to use his tool
Yeah, ugh he a soul catcher
Got nothing on his plate, I ask how much? He want the whole platter
I'm Baking niggas cake, I'm telling scoop I need some more batter
You already mad enough, fuck you want me make you more madder
Ugh fuck it let me go again
Ima always be 100, like I'm 10 x 10
I'm giving niggas wisdom, you can call me Mr. Reverend
Ahh fuck it lemme tag the youngan in
Man fuck
Spilled some wock up on my white tee
Don't wanna be compared, ain't none of them niggas like me
Wearing Nike tech with off whites, I'm a hype-beast
Bullshitting I just dropped a six into a Hi-C
Ugh bump a nigga down for all that dissing, you ain't like that
Smoking on little ugh, know he wish he had his life back
Taking niggas guns, know he wish he had his pipe back
Naw taking niggas ugh, know he wish he had his
Aye these niggas only act tough on the media
Don't think you can't get touch, eventually I'm gonna be seeing ya
Ain't cuffing on these hoes, we just fucking I ain't feeding ya
She don't give a fuck, call his phone while I'm beating her
Sipping wock hard, speeding in that scat going fast
Fuck a cop car cause I got bout a zip up on the dash
You is not hard, Ah pop up on you put you on your ass
I'll give it to my niggas before I give a hoe my last
Ugh Shake a nigga street like a mother fucking earthquake
Niggas get the tripping, put them back up to their birth place
Tryna fuck with me,I'll turn this to your worst day
Traumatize a nigga whole family in the worst way
Ugh yeah nigga
Traumatize a nigga whole family in the worst way
Nigga
Shake a little nigga whole street like a earthquake
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Writer(s): Jaylen Stocks
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