Ya Dig
Can we talk about it now?
I mean the little trouble that you've been having lately
You know I really can't stand the way, you know, that we're acting toward each other
It's just not right, you know
Uh-uhm, yeah, they love me when the mic on
But then they show my dark side when the lights on
But fuck 'em in the ass with a pipe [?]
Fuck off and let me get my life on
You Cracker Jacks, get your white on
I will send niggas to your house while your wife home
I'm black and proud, right on
Incend the lights on, let me get my bright on
Don't worry about what I'm on
I own everything around me, now get the fuck from 'round me
I should pull out my dick and watch you climb on
Get the fuck up out my hair unless you're my comb
That mean mind yours because I'm grown
And I'ma die alone with my styrofoam
I hope you gettin' what I'm saying now
And please don't get mad
Uh, like get the fuck out of my business
'Cause I've been handling the fuck outta my business
Grinding got perfect attendance
Flyer than first-class and detention
Uh, been a winner since a beginner
And my records show, not even in the Guinness
What do you mean, am I finished? I'm just getting started
But you're on the sideline like Vince Lombardi
Weezy, newborn baby? and it's my party
And I'm kicking like a horse on the stick-shift Ferrari
Like new cocaine, bright yellow dope
Bright red flag like a red velvet rope
I'm open for criticism
But really, is it any room for criticism
When this shit is in I'm in deeper than your pool, so I swim in toilets?
Bitch, I be and I been ballin'
I hope you gettin' what I'm saying now
And please don't get mad
And now I'm back like spinal attack like rhino
Got the thunder like Lionel
And leave your head spinning like vinyl
I know, pyscho but [type] though, right ho
But you could drown in my flow 'cause my flow is a tidal
Wave, you gon' need Geico or gecko
I go get from the get go, go let, let go, let's go, go where, anywhere but nowhere, cold-erre than a pol-erre bears, toenail, no frail, don't break, too real
Boy I get it poppin' like New Year's
Scream "Hallelujah"
I'm the one call me new year
My car windows dark and my diamond chains too glare
Like a light blink bitch I wear a ice rink, serve pink, that ice pink
Pour it up for Pimp C
Pour it up for Screw and Moe
Pour it up for Bun B
Pour it up for young me, nigga
You know, I mean, it's just- [?] maybe love to you is buying me cars, giving me money, buying me fancy clothes
I mean the little trouble that you've been having lately
You know I really can't stand the way, you know, that we're acting toward each other
It's just not right, you know
Uh-uhm, yeah, they love me when the mic on
But then they show my dark side when the lights on
But fuck 'em in the ass with a pipe [?]
Fuck off and let me get my life on
You Cracker Jacks, get your white on
I will send niggas to your house while your wife home
I'm black and proud, right on
Incend the lights on, let me get my bright on
Don't worry about what I'm on
I own everything around me, now get the fuck from 'round me
I should pull out my dick and watch you climb on
Get the fuck up out my hair unless you're my comb
That mean mind yours because I'm grown
And I'ma die alone with my styrofoam
I hope you gettin' what I'm saying now
And please don't get mad
Uh, like get the fuck out of my business
'Cause I've been handling the fuck outta my business
Grinding got perfect attendance
Flyer than first-class and detention
Uh, been a winner since a beginner
And my records show, not even in the Guinness
What do you mean, am I finished? I'm just getting started
But you're on the sideline like Vince Lombardi
Weezy, newborn baby? and it's my party
And I'm kicking like a horse on the stick-shift Ferrari
Like new cocaine, bright yellow dope
Bright red flag like a red velvet rope
I'm open for criticism
But really, is it any room for criticism
When this shit is in I'm in deeper than your pool, so I swim in toilets?
Bitch, I be and I been ballin'
I hope you gettin' what I'm saying now
And please don't get mad
And now I'm back like spinal attack like rhino
Got the thunder like Lionel
And leave your head spinning like vinyl
I know, pyscho but [type] though, right ho
But you could drown in my flow 'cause my flow is a tidal
Wave, you gon' need Geico or gecko
I go get from the get go, go let, let go, let's go, go where, anywhere but nowhere, cold-erre than a pol-erre bears, toenail, no frail, don't break, too real
Boy I get it poppin' like New Year's
Scream "Hallelujah"
I'm the one call me new year
My car windows dark and my diamond chains too glare
Like a light blink bitch I wear a ice rink, serve pink, that ice pink
Pour it up for Pimp C
Pour it up for Screw and Moe
Pour it up for Bun B
Pour it up for young me, nigga
You know, I mean, it's just- [?] maybe love to you is buying me cars, giving me money, buying me fancy clothes
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Tarik Azzouz, Nicholas Warwar, Dwayne Carter
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