Mikasa! (feat. Marvo)
I don't know why these nigga's worried Bout me
I put my money in the money counter
My new bitch bad and she from Atlanta
Got a Glock on me boy you better duck
And his bitch want me, nigga that's tuff
I'm a get to the racks I'm a do what I want
I'm a get to the money can't pick up the Phone
Now she sayin' that she need me
Nowadays yeah it's hard to reach me
You can't walk in my shoes boy you Couldn't even crease em'
If that nigga run up we gon' turn him to Pieces
All my bitches are sluts and they treat me Like Jesus
(Whoa)
We gon' aim at his top we gon' see what He thinkin'
Yeah that nigga a bitch boy, I'm a real Demon
I was all on the block servin' to the fiends
Hit ya bitch one time then she for the Team
Gotta nine on me if a nigga start creeping
Put that bitch in designer and she Couldn't believe it
Nigga it's a Trackhawk not no regular Jeep
I feel like Rick Ross all I do is eat
Says you beating me nigga is you Geeked?
Stomp a nigga out in these new McQueen's
She tryna take off my Rick Owen jeans
I don't know why these nigga's worried Bout me
I put my money in the money counter
My new bitch bad and she from Atlanta
Got a Glock on me boy you better duck
And his bitch want me, nigga that's tuff
I'm a get to the racks I'm a do what I want
I'm a get to the money can't pick up the Phone
Ouu can't pick up the phone
Thumbin' through hunnids
While she give me dome
She gone off a yerk
She took off her thong
I got me some hunnids
I got me a clone
Got za in my wood
Can't move on my own
Choppa bullets eat his face
Doin' the dash from the jakes
Yeah, made a hunnid in a day
I might go fuck on yo bae
Yeah
I drop a perc in my lean
Know i be strapped with a Glock
And that bit came with a beam
I walked in with too many racks
She see them hoes buss out my jeans
I'm sipping on wok to the face
I just spilt some on my jeans
Ohhh cash out crazy
I don't know why these nigga's worried Bout me
I put my money in the money counter
My new bitch bad and she from Atlanta
Got a Glock on me boy you better duck
And his bitch want me, nigga that's tuff
I'm a get to the racks I'm a do what I want
I'm a get to the money can't pick up the Phone
Now she sayin' that she need me
Nowadays yeah it's hard to reach me
You can't walk in my shoes boy you Couldn't even crease em'
If that nigga run up we gon' turn him to Pieces
All my bitches are sluts and they treat me Like Jesus
Whoa Fye, Fye,
We gon' aim at his top we gon' see what He thinkin'
Yeah that nigga a bitch boy, I'm a real Demon
I was all on the block servin' to the fiends
Aha, Aha
Put that bitch in designer and she Couldn't believe it
Nigga it's a Track hawk not no regular Jeep
Aha, Aha
Whoa
We gon' aim at his top we gon' see what He thinkin'
Yeah that nigga a bitch boy, I'm a real Demon
I was all on the block servin' to the fiends
Hit ya bitch one time then she for the Team
Gotta nine on me if a nigga start creeping
Put that bitch in designer and she Couldn't believe it
Nigga it's a Track hawk not no regular Jeep
I feel like Rick Ross all I do is eat
Says you beating me nigga is you Geeked?
I put my money in the money counter
My new bitch bad and she from Atlanta
Got a Glock on me boy you better duck
And his bitch want me, nigga that's tuff
I'm a get to the racks I'm a do what I want
I'm a get to the money can't pick up the Phone
Now she sayin' that she need me
Nowadays yeah it's hard to reach me
You can't walk in my shoes boy you Couldn't even crease em'
If that nigga run up we gon' turn him to Pieces
All my bitches are sluts and they treat me Like Jesus
(Whoa)
We gon' aim at his top we gon' see what He thinkin'
Yeah that nigga a bitch boy, I'm a real Demon
I was all on the block servin' to the fiends
Hit ya bitch one time then she for the Team
Gotta nine on me if a nigga start creeping
Put that bitch in designer and she Couldn't believe it
Nigga it's a Trackhawk not no regular Jeep
I feel like Rick Ross all I do is eat
Says you beating me nigga is you Geeked?
Stomp a nigga out in these new McQueen's
She tryna take off my Rick Owen jeans
I don't know why these nigga's worried Bout me
I put my money in the money counter
My new bitch bad and she from Atlanta
Got a Glock on me boy you better duck
And his bitch want me, nigga that's tuff
I'm a get to the racks I'm a do what I want
I'm a get to the money can't pick up the Phone
Ouu can't pick up the phone
Thumbin' through hunnids
While she give me dome
She gone off a yerk
She took off her thong
I got me some hunnids
I got me a clone
Got za in my wood
Can't move on my own
Choppa bullets eat his face
Doin' the dash from the jakes
Yeah, made a hunnid in a day
I might go fuck on yo bae
Yeah
I drop a perc in my lean
Know i be strapped with a Glock
And that bit came with a beam
I walked in with too many racks
She see them hoes buss out my jeans
I'm sipping on wok to the face
I just spilt some on my jeans
Ohhh cash out crazy
I don't know why these nigga's worried Bout me
I put my money in the money counter
My new bitch bad and she from Atlanta
Got a Glock on me boy you better duck
And his bitch want me, nigga that's tuff
I'm a get to the racks I'm a do what I want
I'm a get to the money can't pick up the Phone
Now she sayin' that she need me
Nowadays yeah it's hard to reach me
You can't walk in my shoes boy you Couldn't even crease em'
If that nigga run up we gon' turn him to Pieces
All my bitches are sluts and they treat me Like Jesus
Whoa Fye, Fye,
We gon' aim at his top we gon' see what He thinkin'
Yeah that nigga a bitch boy, I'm a real Demon
I was all on the block servin' to the fiends
Aha, Aha
Put that bitch in designer and she Couldn't believe it
Nigga it's a Track hawk not no regular Jeep
Aha, Aha
Whoa
We gon' aim at his top we gon' see what He thinkin'
Yeah that nigga a bitch boy, I'm a real Demon
I was all on the block servin' to the fiends
Hit ya bitch one time then she for the Team
Gotta nine on me if a nigga start creeping
Put that bitch in designer and she Couldn't believe it
Nigga it's a Track hawk not no regular Jeep
I feel like Rick Ross all I do is eat
Says you beating me nigga is you Geeked?
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Writer(s): Zy Zy
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