Tag
Yeah, I'm not gon' lie, Jay Stazks and I 'bout to kill this
(Just a lil' some-some)
P-Trill, or should I be Mr. Wrong Song for this one?
Let's get it (Yeah, just a lil' some-some)
"On dick? Yeah, we need that to stop
Niggas want smoke? For my mans, I'ma pop (Yeah)
It snap and it crackle until niggas drop
He'll seize up with Harlem Shakes, I let it rock"
"Drip-ity drip, but I'm throwin' that fire
Might be bipolar, I stay undecided
Shawty on me, make her sing like a choir
Holla at beats, no hitman, get me hired"
"I'm outta my mind, snappin' (Boom)
Turtle, these niggas be small, fragment (Uh-huh)
Perfectin' my craft, practice (Yeah, yeah)
She likin' my swag, it's the fabric
Heart colder than South Dakota
Just wanna be rich, no Porter (Ha)
Goin' dumb like out of order (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want energy"- Nah, nah (Switch it up now)
Straight outta C.C.
All about my work like RiRi (Yeah, yeah)
Shinin' brighter than them VVS (Uh-huh)
Ladies love me like Kiki (Ha)
I meant Cool J, I'm stupid (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga 'bout to go dumb, clueless
Cold blooded like lizards, ruthless
This the fruit of my trainin', I'm lucid
With creed, I kill beats, no assassin (No assassin)
Flow sick, could you pass me a napkin? (Bow-bow)
Smooth shit for your mind, like aspirin
Jay Stazks, ready for the tag in? (Let's get it)
I got tagged, I ain't fuckin' with that gay shit (Uh-huh)
In the 'Rari and I'm swervin' in the lane, bitch
Sippin' water, got imported from my main bitch
Stack it up, now I'm prayin' that I get rich
Pussy niggas ain't valid in my bank, bitch (Nah)
Saint Laurent while I'm tubbin' in a tank, bitch (Uh-huh)
On my grind, I ain't fuckin' with that lame bitch (Nah)
On my grind, I ain't fuckin' with that lame bitch (Uh-uh)
I just got a new pack and I cook it up (Cook it up, cook it up)
Shawty bounce on the dick like it's Double Dutch (Double Dutch)
I just dropped a lil' pill in double cup (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas hate and on dick 'cause I stack it up
And I came with a chopper, don't mean to buzz
And she like how I move with my double cup
I got tagged and I hope I don't fuck it up
I got tagged and I hope I don't fuck it up
All my life, I was chasin' the dirty bucks (Uh-huh)
In the truck, where I hold all the dirty guns (Yeah, yeah)
Hold my dick, yeah, I know that it weight a ton (Bing-bow)
In this game, yeah, I know I already won (I already won)
Nah, hahaha
This nigga just shitted, I'm not even gon' lie
Nah, we off this, though, we outta here
(Just a lil' some-some)
P-Trill, or should I be Mr. Wrong Song for this one?
Let's get it (Yeah, just a lil' some-some)
"On dick? Yeah, we need that to stop
Niggas want smoke? For my mans, I'ma pop (Yeah)
It snap and it crackle until niggas drop
He'll seize up with Harlem Shakes, I let it rock"
"Drip-ity drip, but I'm throwin' that fire
Might be bipolar, I stay undecided
Shawty on me, make her sing like a choir
Holla at beats, no hitman, get me hired"
"I'm outta my mind, snappin' (Boom)
Turtle, these niggas be small, fragment (Uh-huh)
Perfectin' my craft, practice (Yeah, yeah)
She likin' my swag, it's the fabric
Heart colder than South Dakota
Just wanna be rich, no Porter (Ha)
Goin' dumb like out of order (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want energy"- Nah, nah (Switch it up now)
Straight outta C.C.
All about my work like RiRi (Yeah, yeah)
Shinin' brighter than them VVS (Uh-huh)
Ladies love me like Kiki (Ha)
I meant Cool J, I'm stupid (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga 'bout to go dumb, clueless
Cold blooded like lizards, ruthless
This the fruit of my trainin', I'm lucid
With creed, I kill beats, no assassin (No assassin)
Flow sick, could you pass me a napkin? (Bow-bow)
Smooth shit for your mind, like aspirin
Jay Stazks, ready for the tag in? (Let's get it)
I got tagged, I ain't fuckin' with that gay shit (Uh-huh)
In the 'Rari and I'm swervin' in the lane, bitch
Sippin' water, got imported from my main bitch
Stack it up, now I'm prayin' that I get rich
Pussy niggas ain't valid in my bank, bitch (Nah)
Saint Laurent while I'm tubbin' in a tank, bitch (Uh-huh)
On my grind, I ain't fuckin' with that lame bitch (Nah)
On my grind, I ain't fuckin' with that lame bitch (Uh-uh)
I just got a new pack and I cook it up (Cook it up, cook it up)
Shawty bounce on the dick like it's Double Dutch (Double Dutch)
I just dropped a lil' pill in double cup (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas hate and on dick 'cause I stack it up
And I came with a chopper, don't mean to buzz
And she like how I move with my double cup
I got tagged and I hope I don't fuck it up
I got tagged and I hope I don't fuck it up
All my life, I was chasin' the dirty bucks (Uh-huh)
In the truck, where I hold all the dirty guns (Yeah, yeah)
Hold my dick, yeah, I know that it weight a ton (Bing-bow)
In this game, yeah, I know I already won (I already won)
Nah, hahaha
This nigga just shitted, I'm not even gon' lie
Nah, we off this, though, we outta here
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Writer(s): Paul Medford
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