They Know the Song
Look Nigga see me say nothing but I don't fuck with y'all anyways
Look Uhn Look Uhn
Nigga see me say nothings changed
But I don't fuck with yall anyway
You look like a rat bitch you Stevie J
She got that ass like a meter maid
We stacking chips like frito lay
I told my bae it's gonna be okay
She gon beat your ass like michel'le
I hit the A imma make A Play
I'm balling bitch, no technical. I'm blowing gas, oh that's Texaco
No Reggie Miller in my section, ho. I'm in the kitchen whipping vegetables
Nigga talking slick to a can of grease. Hard body, I gotta be
I'm schooling niggas, come copy me. You a whole rat, I get a lot of cheese
You be pillow talking to them damn hoes. Catch a down bad, got the nigga froze
Pick a down, got a pigeon toe. Flipping O's like reciprocos
Finish it, I got a stupid flow. Caught a double homi in the studio
You know we hit them high like Coolio
Uh. Look
Back I'm on my shit, I'm so cold. These niggas is hoes
Trying to play on they bros. Me, I stuck to the code
Cop me a load. Little bitch don't get exposed
I'ma get it on my own. Say a prayer, forgive all my wrongs
Say a prayer, forgive all my wrongs. Will a prayer forgive all my wrongs
Caught him slipping, he was lacking. Now he dancing like Sean Combs
And you know I'm about my business. I don't mind to get it on
Gotta watch the moves I make. I'm trying to reach the highest throne
Gotta watch the moves I make. I'm trying to reach the highest throne
Niggas know I'm on a paper chase. I gotta get it, get it, get it, get it
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping. You can stop flexing cuz you aint with it
Got my drink poured Got my blunt roll. Bitch (I'm on)
Niggas talking shit but they the same ones know the song
They know the song... like.
Niggas know I'm on a paper chase. I gotta get it, get it, get it, get it
Cuz me lane switching with the paint dripping. You can stop flexing cuz you aint with it
Got my drink pour. Got my blunt roll. I'm on, bitch, I'm on
Niggas talking shit but they the same ones know the song
They know the song... like.
Niggas know I'm on a paper chase. I gotta get it, get it, get it, get it
Cuz me lane switching with the paint dripping. You can stop flexing cuz you aint with it
Got my drink pour. Got my blunt roll. I'm on, bitch, I'm on
Niggas talking shit but they the same ones know the song
They know the song... like.
Niggas see me say none change, but I don't fuck with y'all anyway
Stacking chips, bitch, I'm getting paid. All about a dollar since the fourth grade
And it's still fonk til you in the grave
You a bitch, but I can't call it. Better ask Rawlings how we fucking ball
Nigga trying to drip and got no sauce
Pull up on you in a fishbowl like a bounce song
Got my head out. We was in the field. You was in the house
Your dad a rat. You a Mickey Mouse. Looking for a lick like the rent do
Bitch, lay it down. We ain't playing around. We gon' beat that ass like Pacquiao
I ain't talking but the Pac live
Four quarter, gotta get it in. I can sell snow to Eskimo
Play with me, bitch, you gotta go. We gon' cook your ass like a vegetable
Man of the year when I walk through. You can't move how I balls do
All my new shit dog food. All my new shit dog food
Niggas know I'm on a paper chase. I gotta get it get it get it get it
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
You can stop flexing cause you ain't with it
Got my drink poured, got my blunt roll. I'm on
Bitch, I'm on
Niggas talking shit but they the same ones know the song
They know the song, like
Niggas know I'm on a paper chase. I gotta get it get it get it get it
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
You can stop flexing cause you ain't with it
Got my drink poured, got my blunt roll. I'm on
Bitch, I'm on
Niggas talking shit but they the same ones know the song
They know the song, like
Niggas know I'm on a paper chase. I gotta get it get it get it get it
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
You can stop flexing cause you ain't with it
Got my drink poured, got my blunt roll. I'm on
Bitch, I'm on
Niggas talking shit but they the same ones know the song
They know the song, like
Look Uhn Look Uhn
Nigga see me say nothings changed
But I don't fuck with yall anyway
You look like a rat bitch you Stevie J
She got that ass like a meter maid
We stacking chips like frito lay
I told my bae it's gonna be okay
She gon beat your ass like michel'le
I hit the A imma make A Play
I'm balling bitch, no technical. I'm blowing gas, oh that's Texaco
No Reggie Miller in my section, ho. I'm in the kitchen whipping vegetables
Nigga talking slick to a can of grease. Hard body, I gotta be
I'm schooling niggas, come copy me. You a whole rat, I get a lot of cheese
You be pillow talking to them damn hoes. Catch a down bad, got the nigga froze
Pick a down, got a pigeon toe. Flipping O's like reciprocos
Finish it, I got a stupid flow. Caught a double homi in the studio
You know we hit them high like Coolio
Uh. Look
Back I'm on my shit, I'm so cold. These niggas is hoes
Trying to play on they bros. Me, I stuck to the code
Cop me a load. Little bitch don't get exposed
I'ma get it on my own. Say a prayer, forgive all my wrongs
Say a prayer, forgive all my wrongs. Will a prayer forgive all my wrongs
Caught him slipping, he was lacking. Now he dancing like Sean Combs
And you know I'm about my business. I don't mind to get it on
Gotta watch the moves I make. I'm trying to reach the highest throne
Gotta watch the moves I make. I'm trying to reach the highest throne
Niggas know I'm on a paper chase. I gotta get it, get it, get it, get it
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping. You can stop flexing cuz you aint with it
Got my drink poured Got my blunt roll. Bitch (I'm on)
Niggas talking shit but they the same ones know the song
They know the song... like.
Niggas know I'm on a paper chase. I gotta get it, get it, get it, get it
Cuz me lane switching with the paint dripping. You can stop flexing cuz you aint with it
Got my drink pour. Got my blunt roll. I'm on, bitch, I'm on
Niggas talking shit but they the same ones know the song
They know the song... like.
Niggas know I'm on a paper chase. I gotta get it, get it, get it, get it
Cuz me lane switching with the paint dripping. You can stop flexing cuz you aint with it
Got my drink pour. Got my blunt roll. I'm on, bitch, I'm on
Niggas talking shit but they the same ones know the song
They know the song... like.
Niggas see me say none change, but I don't fuck with y'all anyway
Stacking chips, bitch, I'm getting paid. All about a dollar since the fourth grade
And it's still fonk til you in the grave
You a bitch, but I can't call it. Better ask Rawlings how we fucking ball
Nigga trying to drip and got no sauce
Pull up on you in a fishbowl like a bounce song
Got my head out. We was in the field. You was in the house
Your dad a rat. You a Mickey Mouse. Looking for a lick like the rent do
Bitch, lay it down. We ain't playing around. We gon' beat that ass like Pacquiao
I ain't talking but the Pac live
Four quarter, gotta get it in. I can sell snow to Eskimo
Play with me, bitch, you gotta go. We gon' cook your ass like a vegetable
Man of the year when I walk through. You can't move how I balls do
All my new shit dog food. All my new shit dog food
Niggas know I'm on a paper chase. I gotta get it get it get it get it
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
You can stop flexing cause you ain't with it
Got my drink poured, got my blunt roll. I'm on
Bitch, I'm on
Niggas talking shit but they the same ones know the song
They know the song, like
Niggas know I'm on a paper chase. I gotta get it get it get it get it
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
You can stop flexing cause you ain't with it
Got my drink poured, got my blunt roll. I'm on
Bitch, I'm on
Niggas talking shit but they the same ones know the song
They know the song, like
Niggas know I'm on a paper chase. I gotta get it get it get it get it
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
You can stop flexing cause you ain't with it
Got my drink poured, got my blunt roll. I'm on
Bitch, I'm on
Niggas talking shit but they the same ones know the song
They know the song, like
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Writer(s): Shaquille Hurd
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