Gimme My Space (feat. Jabree Sadek)

Yeah
It's Monday
Aye aye aye
Y'all niggas gon gimme my
Aye aye
Y'all niggas gon gimme my
Y'all niggas gon gimme my
Aye aye aye

Y'all niggas gon gimme my space fo' I let it go
The haters is after my N (End) like the letter O
They mad that ya boy on the rise like my credit score
Jabree at da 3 hand it off like a give and go
Fuck a charge ima Gawd wit the pick and roll
Y'all niggas gon gimme my space fo' I let it go
The haters is after my N like the letter o
They mad that ya boy on the rise like my credit score
Jabree at the 3 hand it off like a give and go
Fuck a charge ima Gawd wit the pick n roll

Bitch I'm high as a dipper
Don't like to be gone off the liquor
Weed make me choke like the clippers
It's like my elixir
Along wit some big booty strippers
That always unfastened my zipper
And bring me the chicken
Pussy good, ima lick it
Come to my land, ima stick it
Bending that back like a gymnast
Hop on the track its Olympics
Turn this shit up you a witness
Feel like assassins
Bringing the madness
We got the special touch
Nothing but classics
That's been the reaction
We bout to level up
Hop on the beat like a double Dutch
Another one comin
I think ima double up
I thought I was catching a groove
Wit making these tunes
But now I don't give a fuck
Started ignoring the pressure
Nigga I don't gotta measure
Bitch I'm the chief of the tribe
Rocking a crown full of feathers
Nobody doing it better
Even wit triple the effort
I see the game and it's black and white
While y'all niggas still playing them checkers

Y'all niggas gon gimme my space fo' I let it go
The haters is after my N(End) like the letter O
They mad that ya boy on the rise like my credit score
Jabree at the 3 hand it off like a give and go
Fuck a charge ima Gawd wit the pick and roll
Y'all niggas gon gimme my space fo' I let it go
The haters is after my N like the letter o
They mad that ya boy on the rise like my credit score
Jabree at the 3 hand it off like a give and go
Fuck a charge ima Gawd wit the pick and roll

Swear that you neguz gon gimme respect
Sorry to momma for all of the mess
Tarantino all heavens that's thieving
We see that you sleeping so time to collect
This reservoir makes it harder to think
Cuz all my dogs steady fighting to eat
While this mirage makes it harder to see
How neguz bark but they be Mr.Pink
To my olive oil mixed with the Goya
Know we gon get right
Told me Breezy just to do it
You ain't gotta prove it
Boy stack them Phil Knights
So now on every 16
I empty magazines
Aiming at ya windpipe
For the longest I been letting shit slide
So I swanton just to live life
Chief hit me on the cell told me give em hell
01' Shaq and Kobe
Children born from the TRIBE
Cooking up a vibe boy you'd think I went Jarobi
But Now I'm livin so heartless
Cuz them 808s hit the hardest
Feel light in me start to darken
If you want Vader keep talkin
Cuz you neguz gon gimme my space