ULTRASOUND !
You know what I'm saying
You know what I'm saying
You dig what I'm saying
I'm ADG but you knew that already
One phone call then it can deadly
She wanna kick it do I like Messi
My name not Johnny so you can not test me
My heart on my sleeve heavy
I've been had the sauce I ain't talking spaghetti
I ain't even have to ask that hoe was ready
I finna be on big froze nigga Patek me
I'm asking the lord to guide and protect me
I'll run out my shoes to run up a mil
Like Simon nigga she gon do what I feel
I'm drippin' hard like I got some gills
This ain't quarantine you can't lock me down
I'm in my duffy now
Like who is he nigga I got my own sound
Bro got the babies I ain't talking bout ultrasound
I just landed like Neil Armstrong
I'm flexing nigga like my Armstrong
She mad at me cause she went through my IPhone
I'm the nigga make the hoes go crazy
I'm on a island and it look like Haiti
I make the hoes go baby on baby
Make em go crazy in the back of Mercedes
This not no clan you can not faze me
I'm your real father Dark Vader
Me and gang live R rated
Free the real that's incarcerated 
Step on these niggas neck niggas can't let up
I get why they mad they can't go up
Shawdy got wicked bop she gon throw up
I know the one God choose us
Disclaimer for the next punch
It can get gruesome if bro up one
She say I took her breath away she don't got lungs
Tryna up the racks can't have no fun
These niggas be lite like miller I ain't talking bout Von
She say she kinky she get spanked with baton
I'm in yo city one night then I'm gone
These niggas know what I be on
I'm ADG but you knew that already
One phone call then it can deadly
She wanna kick it do I like Messi
My name not Johnny so you can not test me
My heart on my sleeve heavy
I've been had the sauce I ain't talking spaghetti
I ain't even have to ask that hoe was ready
I finna be on big froze nigga Patek me
I'm asking the lord to guide and protect me
I'll run out my shoes to run up a mil
Like Simon nigga she gon do what I feel
I'm drippin' hard like I got some gills
This ain't quarantine you can't lock me down
I'm in my duffy now
Like who is he nigga I got my own sound
Bro got the babies I ain't talking bout ultrasound
You know what I'm saying
You dig what I'm saying
I'm ADG but you knew that already
One phone call then it can deadly
She wanna kick it do I like Messi
My name not Johnny so you can not test me
My heart on my sleeve heavy
I've been had the sauce I ain't talking spaghetti
I ain't even have to ask that hoe was ready
I finna be on big froze nigga Patek me
I'm asking the lord to guide and protect me
I'll run out my shoes to run up a mil
Like Simon nigga she gon do what I feel
I'm drippin' hard like I got some gills
This ain't quarantine you can't lock me down
I'm in my duffy now
Like who is he nigga I got my own sound
Bro got the babies I ain't talking bout ultrasound
I just landed like Neil Armstrong
I'm flexing nigga like my Armstrong
She mad at me cause she went through my IPhone
I'm the nigga make the hoes go crazy
I'm on a island and it look like Haiti
I make the hoes go baby on baby
Make em go crazy in the back of Mercedes
This not no clan you can not faze me
I'm your real father Dark Vader
Me and gang live R rated
Free the real that's incarcerated 
Step on these niggas neck niggas can't let up
I get why they mad they can't go up
Shawdy got wicked bop she gon throw up
I know the one God choose us
Disclaimer for the next punch
It can get gruesome if bro up one
She say I took her breath away she don't got lungs
Tryna up the racks can't have no fun
These niggas be lite like miller I ain't talking bout Von
She say she kinky she get spanked with baton
I'm in yo city one night then I'm gone
These niggas know what I be on
I'm ADG but you knew that already
One phone call then it can deadly
She wanna kick it do I like Messi
My name not Johnny so you can not test me
My heart on my sleeve heavy
I've been had the sauce I ain't talking spaghetti
I ain't even have to ask that hoe was ready
I finna be on big froze nigga Patek me
I'm asking the lord to guide and protect me
I'll run out my shoes to run up a mil
Like Simon nigga she gon do what I feel
I'm drippin' hard like I got some gills
This ain't quarantine you can't lock me down
I'm in my duffy now
Like who is he nigga I got my own sound
Bro got the babies I ain't talking bout ultrasound
Credits
Writer(s): Aric Motton
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