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Someone tell 'em what up
Someone tell 'em what up
Or ima tell 'em what up
Feel like
The best rapper alive
Ugh
Big weed farms
You know
We on
EIO
Retaliating
Like GI
Joe
You haters knee high
And I
Fi
Fie
Foe
Fum
Feel like a giant
Though
My eyes
Lyin' low
'Cuz me
High
But Still
It's free mine
Ima play the justice system
Like a pi
I
Noe
I Bust it
Rip it
But I'm behind
Notes
You don't wanna
Be
My
Foe
Cuz me
I quote
Am a mean
M
Meet
Diablo
Ah
You naughty hoes
F' yo third cousin
And that's gross
Ya'eat it
Like sloppy joe
Wit no bun
Ya madicons
Audio tune
Is so
Robotic
I've heard enough words
From ya
So Adios
Turd nuggets
I gotta go
Hop in the Porsche
Don't stop
For patrol
Got a glock
In da glove box
And it's cocked
And it loaded
Yea ima
F' rockstar
Spittin
Comedy gold
Yo momma
Keep
Deep throatin' me
She constantly going
I rock
'N' roll
And I control
Da way
They rockin' the boat
Heads knocking
And they ain't stoppin'
Ya know
Dat
Dis
Dat
F' tagged-toe
Body bag
Flow
Hoe
Can't ya hear
My soul
Speakin'
Now ima bout
To blow
The f' speakers
Stackin'
Til my racks
Won't fold
And my back
Won't hold
So faded that
I took a nap
At bed
Bath
And beyond
I'm mackin' h
Until my heart attack
Ack
Ack
And I'm gone
Back
Pack
Strapped
With a flack
Jacket
And I'm packin
A pole
Wack
And unholy
Whole
Ego
On Shaq
I pass
To Kobe
I'll kill ya whole
Kitten
Caboodle
I'm out my noodle
Macaroni
Toasted
Like a strudel
Back up off me
Ima shoot
Ya stupid a
For actin' phony
Holy
Matrimony
Rats
Big as the racks
In rack city
Back
In action
Spittin' bass
Akwards
I rap
Trap shit
And spit
Acid
Ask Diddy
Shake a
And flash titties
Just an itty
Bit
Get it in
Like 50 Cent
A little ignorant
Kick yo shit in
Little pigs
Ya better lemme in
Dis dat
Shin dig s
We been dis lit
Went from
Rags
To riches
And Benjamin's
To Bentleys
'N' Continental
Breakfasses
'N' Hundred thousand dollar
Necklesses
You see me flexin' in
My plug on the X
Mexican
He told me drugs
Is what I should be
Investin in
A m' hustla'
From nightfall
To when da sun
Come up
And I ain't get no rest
Again
I gotta
Finesse
To win
Ya best defend
I'll get dat tech
Bleck
Bleck
At yo chest
And chin
And then I
Go Belichick
On them jets
I go Edelman
Da beat
Stop
Rockin
'N' ima
Go Ah-
Capella
When the streets
See
Me
On top
They gon believe
I'm bout my cheese
Gotta
Lotta
Mozzarella
Voted
Most likely to win
But icy
Jus like
Vanilla
I wanna light skin
Pisces
Dat I
Can pipe
While I'm filmin her
Ima
Bout my money
Bout my millions
And y'all can call me
Daddy
Y'all are
Money Mitch's
Children
Ah
Someone tell 'em what up
Or ima tell 'em what up
Feel like
The best rapper alive
Ugh
Big weed farms
You know
We on
EIO
Retaliating
Like GI
Joe
You haters knee high
And I
Fi
Fie
Foe
Fum
Feel like a giant
Though
My eyes
Lyin' low
'Cuz me
High
But Still
It's free mine
Ima play the justice system
Like a pi
I
Noe
I Bust it
Rip it
But I'm behind
Notes
You don't wanna
Be
My
Foe
Cuz me
I quote
Am a mean
M
Meet
Diablo
Ah
You naughty hoes
F' yo third cousin
And that's gross
Ya'eat it
Like sloppy joe
Wit no bun
Ya madicons
Audio tune
Is so
Robotic
I've heard enough words
From ya
So Adios
Turd nuggets
I gotta go
Hop in the Porsche
Don't stop
For patrol
Got a glock
In da glove box
And it's cocked
And it loaded
Yea ima
F' rockstar
Spittin
Comedy gold
Yo momma
Keep
Deep throatin' me
She constantly going
I rock
'N' roll
And I control
Da way
They rockin' the boat
Heads knocking
And they ain't stoppin'
Ya know
Dat
Dis
Dat
F' tagged-toe
Body bag
Flow
Hoe
Can't ya hear
My soul
Speakin'
Now ima bout
To blow
The f' speakers
Stackin'
Til my racks
Won't fold
And my back
Won't hold
So faded that
I took a nap
At bed
Bath
And beyond
I'm mackin' h
Until my heart attack
Ack
Ack
And I'm gone
Back
Pack
Strapped
With a flack
Jacket
And I'm packin
A pole
Wack
And unholy
Whole
Ego
On Shaq
I pass
To Kobe
I'll kill ya whole
Kitten
Caboodle
I'm out my noodle
Macaroni
Toasted
Like a strudel
Back up off me
Ima shoot
Ya stupid a
For actin' phony
Holy
Matrimony
Rats
Big as the racks
In rack city
Back
In action
Spittin' bass
Akwards
I rap
Trap shit
And spit
Acid
Ask Diddy
Shake a
And flash titties
Just an itty
Bit
Get it in
Like 50 Cent
A little ignorant
Kick yo shit in
Little pigs
Ya better lemme in
Dis dat
Shin dig s
We been dis lit
Went from
Rags
To riches
And Benjamin's
To Bentleys
'N' Continental
Breakfasses
'N' Hundred thousand dollar
Necklesses
You see me flexin' in
My plug on the X
Mexican
He told me drugs
Is what I should be
Investin in
A m' hustla'
From nightfall
To when da sun
Come up
And I ain't get no rest
Again
I gotta
Finesse
To win
Ya best defend
I'll get dat tech
Bleck
Bleck
At yo chest
And chin
And then I
Go Belichick
On them jets
I go Edelman
Da beat
Stop
Rockin
'N' ima
Go Ah-
Capella
When the streets
See
Me
On top
They gon believe
I'm bout my cheese
Gotta
Lotta
Mozzarella
Voted
Most likely to win
But icy
Jus like
Vanilla
I wanna light skin
Pisces
Dat I
Can pipe
While I'm filmin her
Ima
Bout my money
Bout my millions
And y'all can call me
Daddy
Y'all are
Money Mitch's
Children
Ah
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Writer(s): Mitchell Kaylor
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