XXXMETAKNIGHT
Flippin' out, y'all done it now
What this shit about?
Hoppin' out, gone stick 'em down (AV with that drip, ho)
Double pumped up now
Hunnid bitches grab my dragon balls
Master Chiefin', we blastin' hoes
Sharingan dip and dodged your moves (h-h-hit it)
Shawty want that Meta Knight
Super Smash that hoe
I got that chick up on my staff
Keep her panties soaked
I got that special beam and slide
Hit that Piccolo
And bring your friend at double time
I can hit that Kame-hameh-hameh-hoes
Rolled in designer, flossed
Big bank liftin' too damn swole
Takin' all ya sauce
I'm keepin' count, I'm gonna slide
Oh shit, runnin riot
That bitch just want that shlicky slide
Beat that pussy up Ry-Ry-Ryu
Hopped in designer fit, Amaterasuit fit
Can't touch this fire, woah
Hop with the nines sweepin' toke to the skies, we so high
That Jigglypuff, just PK Fired up the night we adios
Floatin' in cash
Zip the back of the bag up
I'm spinnin' faster than fast, I just passed ya
Run in no backup, I'm comin' at ya
Crackin' the back of ya head, gotta pack up
Fuck around and start rackin' up
On the town, we down, to start mag n dump
When it comes to talent, they lackin
My team is stacked in, changin' the game we impact it
Roll in exotic cars, we pack it up
These bitches fall out the other side
The windows down
We burn it up, doin' what we like
'Cause this our life, and we control when we down to ride
Shawty want that Meta Knight
Super Smash that hoe
I got that chick up on my staff
Keep her panties soaked
I got that special beam and slide
Hit that Piccolo
And bring your friend at double time
Kame-hameh-hameh-hameh-hameh-hoes
There ain't no killin' me, brain's full of ecstacy
Steppin' like centipede, no one's ahead of me
If you a punk, well tell him good luck
Put him in the trunk, graphic John Kennedy
I took a hundred and put it on wrist
Searched you up on Google, said you don't exist
Askin' your girl, she said you are a bitch
If you don't fuck with us, then you prolly not rich
I'm eating good like lobster
Dinner table surrounded by mobsters
And the team rollin' deep like a roster
Get to bangin', you know it'll cost ya
Bang, bang, we goin' insane
We Kirby just leveled up, inhaled the game
Wait, pause, I'm over the fame
I only want money, the rest of this shit is so lame
Roll in exotic cars, we pack it up
These bitches fall out the other side
The windows down
We burn it up, doin' what we like
'Cause this our life, and we control when we down to ride
What this shit about?
Hoppin' out, gone stick 'em down (AV with that drip, ho)
Double pumped up now
Hunnid bitches grab my dragon balls
Master Chiefin', we blastin' hoes
Sharingan dip and dodged your moves (h-h-hit it)
Shawty want that Meta Knight
Super Smash that hoe
I got that chick up on my staff
Keep her panties soaked
I got that special beam and slide
Hit that Piccolo
And bring your friend at double time
I can hit that Kame-hameh-hameh-hoes
Rolled in designer, flossed
Big bank liftin' too damn swole
Takin' all ya sauce
I'm keepin' count, I'm gonna slide
Oh shit, runnin riot
That bitch just want that shlicky slide
Beat that pussy up Ry-Ry-Ryu
Hopped in designer fit, Amaterasuit fit
Can't touch this fire, woah
Hop with the nines sweepin' toke to the skies, we so high
That Jigglypuff, just PK Fired up the night we adios
Floatin' in cash
Zip the back of the bag up
I'm spinnin' faster than fast, I just passed ya
Run in no backup, I'm comin' at ya
Crackin' the back of ya head, gotta pack up
Fuck around and start rackin' up
On the town, we down, to start mag n dump
When it comes to talent, they lackin
My team is stacked in, changin' the game we impact it
Roll in exotic cars, we pack it up
These bitches fall out the other side
The windows down
We burn it up, doin' what we like
'Cause this our life, and we control when we down to ride
Shawty want that Meta Knight
Super Smash that hoe
I got that chick up on my staff
Keep her panties soaked
I got that special beam and slide
Hit that Piccolo
And bring your friend at double time
Kame-hameh-hameh-hameh-hameh-hoes
There ain't no killin' me, brain's full of ecstacy
Steppin' like centipede, no one's ahead of me
If you a punk, well tell him good luck
Put him in the trunk, graphic John Kennedy
I took a hundred and put it on wrist
Searched you up on Google, said you don't exist
Askin' your girl, she said you are a bitch
If you don't fuck with us, then you prolly not rich
I'm eating good like lobster
Dinner table surrounded by mobsters
And the team rollin' deep like a roster
Get to bangin', you know it'll cost ya
Bang, bang, we goin' insane
We Kirby just leveled up, inhaled the game
Wait, pause, I'm over the fame
I only want money, the rest of this shit is so lame
Roll in exotic cars, we pack it up
These bitches fall out the other side
The windows down
We burn it up, doin' what we like
'Cause this our life, and we control when we down to ride
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Writer(s): Softwilly
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