Rodeo

Yeah
Ooh, it's Vegas
Uh

Yeah, Armageddon on this way, bitch, I got a drag
Niggas want the smoke, lil' boy I'm on your ass
Long ass legs, getting hard to look past
And I said fuck class, it's a wonder how I passed, just
Just know I'm on your ass today, uh
Blast away 'till I pass away in the backyard, we the Castaways
And it crashed, I ain't talkin 'bout the Hathaway, wait

I don't know a motherfucker fly as me, shit too easy
I ain't ever givin' up, you best believe it
Hit the beat and sit it down like paraplegics
I left and came back on some fuck shit and that's deceiving
My cash increasing so you know a boy flexed up and shit
I need a stack no thuggin' it
Ay Jay and Theo runnin" it quit playin' like we dumb and shit, we not
Tell me what's the fuck to quit?
I'm sticking like I'm gum in this game
And I'm chuckling to see all y'all buggin' 'cause it's funny
You ain't buzzin', where's the honey?
Make it rainy when it's sunny
Wrap my shit up like a mummy
Last year I was nothin'
But I'm proving that I'm something special and runnin' with it
I ain't got time for a fuckin' critic
Catch the flow and do my shit
Hit it slow or catch up quick
Smoke it up, I don't do nic but I see why you are on my dick
I-C-Y like my gold chain with a pendant on, you know my name
It's Ay Jay Em and Theo Ve- Just shut the fuck up and let me say

Yeah, Armageddon on this way, bitch, I got a drag
Niggas want the smoke, lil' boy I'm on your ass
Long ass legs, getting hard to look past
And I said fuck class, it's a wonder how I passed, just
Just know I'm on your ass today, uh
Blast away 'till I pass away in the backyard, we the Castaways
And it crashed, I ain't talkin 'bout the Hathaway, wait

Yeah, yeah, uh
In the gang, Little Rascals
Been wanted this ever since I had my afro
Theo hot, and he dripping, yeah that boy the Bosco's
Shorty in the back and she tripping' off them bath salts
I don't know a single motherfucker who can tell me shit
I just four hundred thousand on my third and that's a hit
I got rappers on my line just waiting for the call
I got plenty options for a feature I can get 'em all
Temper so short but I keep standing tall
I remember low confidence, now my head is through the stall
'Cause I'm shitting on you
My mind is through the roof, I'm flyer than a dove
Tell your boys to shoot 'cause regardless I'm not done

Yeah, Armageddon on this way, bitch, I got a drag
Niggas want the smoke, lil' boy I'm on your ass
Long ass legs, getting hard to look past
And I said fuck class, it's a wonder how I passed, just
Just know I'm on your ass today, uh
Blast away 'till I pass away in the backyard, we the Castaways
And it crashed, I ain't talkin 'bout the Hathaway, wait



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Writer(s): Joseph Prielozny, Taylor Drevan Hill, Steve Malcolm, Chris Kenneth Mackey
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