GearShift

Don't fall down like a avalanche
Just stack yo dough if you got the chance
Not smokin trees
I'm a sober man
Part G's like seas
Issa Christian plan
Sip goose like it's some Minute Maid
Clean up quick, it's a Minute Maid
Just got on stage
Made a bag like dat
Guess what, boy
That's what a Minute Made

Oh man

What do you want me to do
Plenty bodies, they not gon stop comin for you
I got shottas, you know that they actin a fool
No molly but they actin like zombies too
I got em like Levi, I'm using the tool
Chop em down, Titan style
Aim at the neck
Cuz you know that be the number one rule

I got em

Got em, I flip em and flop em like sandals
Price on yo head, we gon get you like Randall's
Bullets gon fly
We got sparks in the sky
Like July, we got choppas that blow you like candles
Pullin yo strings, ya body dismantled
Stackin my chips is sum you can't do
Look at the crowd, They faces say wow
That's right, lil homie be stealing yo fans too

Pull up on stage in my crocs
21k on the watch (Covered in rocks)
BBL not on my watch, cuz you know Iss really botched
Making a mil on a crutch
Lyrics be coming in clutch
Rhythm be comin so fye
Now you seem like such and such
Oo

Feelin so fly
Spin yo block and say 'hi'
I cannot lie
Rappin is the only thing keepin me alive
And I might cry
Success is the only thing that I look for in my life
Whether it's green
Or I be free
Maybe I'll find me a wife

Jus sayin

Stop playin
All of these rappers in jail
Speakin 'free me til it's backwards'
Talkin bout all of they bodies
But really, they just be some actors
How you gon kill lil Bobby if you do not own you a gun
Really, y'all speakin straight outta the back
Just tryna have fun

Uh, Uh
Do not try to mess wit me
Glizzy got a beam
Heated, ouch, wait a minute
Gotta let off lotta steam
16 Wit some power
Battle Rappin for some hours
Boutta be 17
Impressed, throw me flowers
Best flow you ain't ever seen

Everybody see me
Free me
Gotta get out
The goat's bleating
Gotta move fast
I'm out speeding
And I be eating
Anything that I be seeing
Even the beat wit no bells like YEAT
But the flow will always be sleek
DTK da rap god, on me
Best Rapper alive
Yeah, we gon see
Grown Man be da real OG
So much flame
Yeah, he be OP
Spittin game like P-I-M-P
Terminator Blast, 1-2-3
Gotta touch grass
Forget the allergies
Cuz a young man been up to no good
I should, I could, I would
I never grew up in the hood
But I had my hood, though

Haystack where I stayed at
Where da Bay at, where da baes at
Wit a church not too far, wit a white baptist
And a white mattress that I lay at
Uncomfy
Pop up for da koolaid
Is it too late for me to say
On a Tuesday, I got two thangs up on my neck
Big ropes, so they might just call me Two Chainz
Uh

This flibbity dibbity hippy hip hop business
Got me questioning what I'm doing here, in this
I could get my own folks, grown folks business
What you doing here, boy you can't be in this
So I might up a pole
Put a tag on ya toe
Blessings rise for ya soul
Down in that coffin whole

Yuh