Incredibles (feat. Maleek, Maserati Rick & Xa Sauce)
Bitch I'm in villain mode, catch me if you can
Big Ray Gun on my hip, it's pulling down my pants
Good Frozone on my wrist, it cost a couple bands
Feds on my tail, took off running like I'm Dash
Got this Wok in my cup, I don't ever sip tequila
Woke up with this Spanish bitch, I think her name was Margarita
And I got this cougar bitch, but she gon' fuck me like a cheetah
She keep asking about my mama, but she ain't gon' ever meet her
You know Rick keep the stick and we call her Freaky A
Got a bitch fucking on me, so I flew her to the A
If a nigga acting brave, imma hit him with the Ray
And if a bitch acting crazy, imma send her to the grave
Pop a perc and go super saiyan, might turn into Gogeeta
It's a chill day, I just made some money with my feet up
Paid 5 for some shoes, I don't even know how to treat 'em
I just like to take the drugs, but I don't I don't need 'em
Old bitch checking on me, she know I don't really need her
Hit a cougar in the bathroom in a wife beater
I don't go on dates, I'll take a bitch to Little Caesars
Hit the hood with the Za for the lowest (Louis) like I'm Peter
Got some shit from my white boy, I think his name was Skeeter
I'm a hot head, so everywhere I go I got a fever
Straight drop to the bottom, turn a 4 into a liter
I be jugging niggas out of their money, I'm like a preacher
Ooh wait, I just took the troopers on a chase
I ain't have the blicky on me, had to up the mase
Doggy lined me at the light I think he tryna race
Peeled off like a boss, made him slam the brakes
Get a pound a break it down until it turn to shake
Niggas say they smoking turtle pie, that's turtle cake
I'm the pound man, sumo wrestler how I'm shaking weight
Pop a perc, fuck for 40 hours, had to take a break
She an ugly bitch
Might as well be a cop if I cuff a bitch
I bet turnt for nothing, air the party for the fuck of it
No bitch, you can't get inside this whip if you ain't sucking dick
Bet you if I pop this 30 piece then she gon come (Cum) again
And again and again, swear I love this shit
Only pouring red in my cup like a blood and shit
The Glock make a nigga snuggle up, snuggluphicus
Popped him in his spine, bet he never try to run again
Big Ray Gun on my hip, it's pulling down my pants
Good Frozone on my wrist, it cost a couple bands
Feds on my tail, took off running like I'm Dash
Got this Wok in my cup, I don't ever sip tequila
Woke up with this Spanish bitch, I think her name was Margarita
And I got this cougar bitch, but she gon' fuck me like a cheetah
She keep asking about my mama, but she ain't gon' ever meet her
You know Rick keep the stick and we call her Freaky A
Got a bitch fucking on me, so I flew her to the A
If a nigga acting brave, imma hit him with the Ray
And if a bitch acting crazy, imma send her to the grave
Pop a perc and go super saiyan, might turn into Gogeeta
It's a chill day, I just made some money with my feet up
Paid 5 for some shoes, I don't even know how to treat 'em
I just like to take the drugs, but I don't I don't need 'em
Old bitch checking on me, she know I don't really need her
Hit a cougar in the bathroom in a wife beater
I don't go on dates, I'll take a bitch to Little Caesars
Hit the hood with the Za for the lowest (Louis) like I'm Peter
Got some shit from my white boy, I think his name was Skeeter
I'm a hot head, so everywhere I go I got a fever
Straight drop to the bottom, turn a 4 into a liter
I be jugging niggas out of their money, I'm like a preacher
Ooh wait, I just took the troopers on a chase
I ain't have the blicky on me, had to up the mase
Doggy lined me at the light I think he tryna race
Peeled off like a boss, made him slam the brakes
Get a pound a break it down until it turn to shake
Niggas say they smoking turtle pie, that's turtle cake
I'm the pound man, sumo wrestler how I'm shaking weight
Pop a perc, fuck for 40 hours, had to take a break
She an ugly bitch
Might as well be a cop if I cuff a bitch
I bet turnt for nothing, air the party for the fuck of it
No bitch, you can't get inside this whip if you ain't sucking dick
Bet you if I pop this 30 piece then she gon come (Cum) again
And again and again, swear I love this shit
Only pouring red in my cup like a blood and shit
The Glock make a nigga snuggle up, snuggluphicus
Popped him in his spine, bet he never try to run again
Credits
Writer(s): Malachi Patterson
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