Do That Shit Often
Yea
Huh
It's on
It's on
Yea
Yea
Yea
Right on
Woo
Yea
Yea
Aye
Goddamn right
It's been a long time coming
Shots in the gym
Steady pimp like slim
Hot hand you could
Hear me stunting
Fear of man
Fear of God
Either way you niggas still
Owe a nigga
Like the water not running
Trash niggas
Always saying something
Strike Team
Main beam see you coming
It's funny how much I impress
The niggas that wanna
Check my level
And say we really competition
Like I ain't got the place
Stomping to the beat
You could see me quarterbacking
With the hoes in the picture
No VFX
The robbery in effect
I Danny Ocean eleven of the best
Then the bank roll
Fuck wrong wit em
They know we the C4
Niggas playing
We could Miami the Heat folk
Intertwine every line
For this G Code
The clock ticking to the tone
And the tempo
The tick boom
And they never make a move
Until I come in the room
Drop a nuke with my posture
You should've known
By the way a nigga move
I was born nothing less
Then a Mississippi barker yea
Prolly fuckin on Miss Parker
Start it up shawty
Lemme drive yo charger
Got the big money
I can lessen yo problems
I do the shit often
Honeycomb if I see the world
Then I gotta shock it
Live performance I need they
Arms out the socket
Liquor involved
I take a minute to absorb it
Morph it
Face it
New sensation
Fell asleep at the wheel
Woke up in a spaceship
These niggas talk
But they never really say shit
Sensei I may go to Japan when I make it
Jumpman all 22
This shit is criminal
Shot clock ring
But I still sing the end of em
They all be talking but
All the beefing is subliminal
The pen on me
More mercenary than expendable
Go like dash
I can't pass
I see bling
I see green
Count all cash
Buy her Prada
Hit her pretty ass out the park
Go LA Dodger
Feel like Mookie
Feel like got em
Feel like Gotti
Feel like Fadda
F my X's
Far I go
Here I go
Pick they pocket
I'm a heat seeker for my foes
It ain't time
But they on all toes
Face facts you a pack
Gang smokin the best
I rather put all of my energy
To chasin a check
It's big waters big sharks
But I fly over death
I see your steps
Make a note to self
That shit crazy
Huh
It's on
It's on
Yea
Yea
Yea
Right on
Woo
Yea
Yea
Aye
Goddamn right
It's been a long time coming
Shots in the gym
Steady pimp like slim
Hot hand you could
Hear me stunting
Fear of man
Fear of God
Either way you niggas still
Owe a nigga
Like the water not running
Trash niggas
Always saying something
Strike Team
Main beam see you coming
It's funny how much I impress
The niggas that wanna
Check my level
And say we really competition
Like I ain't got the place
Stomping to the beat
You could see me quarterbacking
With the hoes in the picture
No VFX
The robbery in effect
I Danny Ocean eleven of the best
Then the bank roll
Fuck wrong wit em
They know we the C4
Niggas playing
We could Miami the Heat folk
Intertwine every line
For this G Code
The clock ticking to the tone
And the tempo
The tick boom
And they never make a move
Until I come in the room
Drop a nuke with my posture
You should've known
By the way a nigga move
I was born nothing less
Then a Mississippi barker yea
Prolly fuckin on Miss Parker
Start it up shawty
Lemme drive yo charger
Got the big money
I can lessen yo problems
I do the shit often
Honeycomb if I see the world
Then I gotta shock it
Live performance I need they
Arms out the socket
Liquor involved
I take a minute to absorb it
Morph it
Face it
New sensation
Fell asleep at the wheel
Woke up in a spaceship
These niggas talk
But they never really say shit
Sensei I may go to Japan when I make it
Jumpman all 22
This shit is criminal
Shot clock ring
But I still sing the end of em
They all be talking but
All the beefing is subliminal
The pen on me
More mercenary than expendable
Go like dash
I can't pass
I see bling
I see green
Count all cash
Buy her Prada
Hit her pretty ass out the park
Go LA Dodger
Feel like Mookie
Feel like got em
Feel like Gotti
Feel like Fadda
F my X's
Far I go
Here I go
Pick they pocket
I'm a heat seeker for my foes
It ain't time
But they on all toes
Face facts you a pack
Gang smokin the best
I rather put all of my energy
To chasin a check
It's big waters big sharks
But I fly over death
I see your steps
Make a note to self
That shit crazy
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