I Guess

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Hoppin on this shit
Like I was runnin the game
It aint no thing
Ridin on the wing
Of a desert eagle
Bout to sing pop goes the weasle
Cause these rats are not my equals
But they think they bring the smoke
So Imma toke it till I'm high as a kite
Think you stepping up to me
Please bring the body bags
They bout to be deceased
It aint about to be no heart attack
So farther than
Any one of yall
There aint no way I dropped the ball
I'm flowin like the Panama
Yall flowin like it's in yalls draws
The waits no longer
I'm hotter than ever
Just check the weather
The forecast knows I'm the man
Don't need no pan
So change the angle
All my songs are movies
Just like Django
Cause I been feelin unchained
Tell me to stay in my lane
I diagnos you insane
You aint been crossin my brain
I think you need to refrain
This shit aint hard to sustain
It aint take long to attain
And now I'm right as my reign
You aint got nothin to gain
You livin in my domain
Bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Colby Paramore
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