Allah Allah
Hoppin' out the bed, knowing one day this gon be the Porsche
Didn't wanna watch momma struggle, I hopped off the porch
Waiting for the white mans decision, while you in the court
Just walking through the High School, they all know my name
Just saying I would never fan, man that's so lame
Only really niggas call me Sosa, cause that "Bang-Bang"
Man I heard yo hoe is a bust-down no Johnny Dang
"Water Water" when my bust down come through
We screaming "Allah Allah" cause I bet he coming through
Better duck right now, ain't no count down when we shoot
I don't care how good she look, if she a thot she get the boot
Man i'm just telling the truth, I don't care if niggas mad
And if they mad then that's sad, cause that mean I hurt em' bad
Heard the opps pops dead finna send him to his dad
Oh I went too far? Well, oops my bad
I'm still cooler then a popsicle
I could rap better then em', while I'm jumping over obstacles
Way I rap so raw wanna know who is responsible
Know the answer is impossible
I'm still clutchin' on this mobstacle
If you a human then you poppable
Ain't that i run the car, I really run the track
Y'all ain't hear that last part?
Tell the DJ run it back
AR-AB, niggas know we neva' lack
If we see the damn opps, he get to running like it's laps
Nigga see me know it's trouble
He extra beefy-out, just looking like a McDouble
Sorry he was having fun, guess i'm finna burst his bubble
If I get close enough, i'ma leave him on the rubble
Now it stain with the red that just came out his muscle
Since a kid, man, I learned from my pops, had to hustle
I'm just tryna run a bag, and go stuff it in the duffle
Better play yo cards better, or just learn how to shuffle
Bet the bullets crunch his head like a whole bag of Ruffles
Put a bag on his head, now I bet his words muffled
If he keep talking crazy, bet that 25 double
He keep talking bout the ones, nigga I don't wanna tussle
I don't got no love out you nigga, you I don't wanna cuddle
Like nigga what is that?
Bet the bullets that just came out the Mac gon' make him stack
I can really guarantee that they ate him like a snack
Punch his lights out nigga, now he dosing seeing black
Didn't wanna watch momma struggle, I hopped off the porch
Waiting for the white mans decision, while you in the court
Just walking through the High School, they all know my name
Just saying I would never fan, man that's so lame
Only really niggas call me Sosa, cause that "Bang-Bang"
Man I heard yo hoe is a bust-down no Johnny Dang
"Water Water" when my bust down come through
We screaming "Allah Allah" cause I bet he coming through
Better duck right now, ain't no count down when we shoot
I don't care how good she look, if she a thot she get the boot
Man i'm just telling the truth, I don't care if niggas mad
And if they mad then that's sad, cause that mean I hurt em' bad
Heard the opps pops dead finna send him to his dad
Oh I went too far? Well, oops my bad
I'm still cooler then a popsicle
I could rap better then em', while I'm jumping over obstacles
Way I rap so raw wanna know who is responsible
Know the answer is impossible
I'm still clutchin' on this mobstacle
If you a human then you poppable
Ain't that i run the car, I really run the track
Y'all ain't hear that last part?
Tell the DJ run it back
AR-AB, niggas know we neva' lack
If we see the damn opps, he get to running like it's laps
Nigga see me know it's trouble
He extra beefy-out, just looking like a McDouble
Sorry he was having fun, guess i'm finna burst his bubble
If I get close enough, i'ma leave him on the rubble
Now it stain with the red that just came out his muscle
Since a kid, man, I learned from my pops, had to hustle
I'm just tryna run a bag, and go stuff it in the duffle
Better play yo cards better, or just learn how to shuffle
Bet the bullets crunch his head like a whole bag of Ruffles
Put a bag on his head, now I bet his words muffled
If he keep talking crazy, bet that 25 double
He keep talking bout the ones, nigga I don't wanna tussle
I don't got no love out you nigga, you I don't wanna cuddle
Like nigga what is that?
Bet the bullets that just came out the Mac gon' make him stack
I can really guarantee that they ate him like a snack
Punch his lights out nigga, now he dosing seeing black
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Writer(s): Ricky Vercetti
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