Yao Ming
(Baby want me and she never gon leave)
(Pull up with glocks and they come with a beam)
(Running up racks and we casing a scene)
Yeaa, ohh
Yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yah
Baby she want me and she never gon leave
Pull up with glocks and they come wit a beam
Running up racks and we causing a scene
Getting the racks and they tall like Yao Ming
Boy you a bum you could never be me
Shopping at saks spent yo rent onna tee
I don't know you lil bruh how you know me?
I swear to God that they always gone hate
Ran up the pape now they wanna act fake
All of that hating I cannot relate
They all just mad cause I'm stacking the cake
Yo shit look old and my shit up to date
Im inna horse I take off like the race
When I'm in that Porsche they gon know how it play
When they see me up they gon all say my name
I-I'm with the gang we gon chill, yuh
I had her stuck in her feels, yuh
Trapping I been in the hills, yuh
I'm just tryna count up some bills, yuh (Let's go)
Imma just get to the bag and I'm racing, taking these drugs I be facing (woah)
She wanna fuck with the Kidd like Jason, mask on my face just like Jason (what?)
Diamonds my neck and they be so adjacent, diamonds they be so amazing, uh
He be dickriding that boy he be glazing, she eat the dick like a raisin
And these niggas be lame and they don't have no motion
I'm off the drank off the magic, the potion
Ain't feel a thing, I ain't showing emotion
Trying to come in Ima leave the door open
Yeah, like Bruno (Yeah) I play that girl like it's Uno (Uno)
She like "boy I know what you know" (You know)
I'm kicking shit like it's judo, yeah (Judo yuh)
And these niggas don't want no beef, no smoke
Yeah that's fasho uh (Yeah that's fasho)
Me and my nigga Kai we just came with the poles
That's what we tote, tote, yuh
(Yeah, huh)
B-baby she want me and she never gon leave
Pull up with glocks and they come wit a beam
Running up racks and we causing a scene
Getting the racks and they tall like Yao Ming
Boy you a bum you could never be me
Shopping at saks spent yo rent onna tee
I don't know you lil bruh how you know me?
I swear to God that they always gone hate
Ran up the pape now they wanna act fake
All of that hating I cannot relate
They all just mad cause I'm stacking the cake
Yo shit look old and my shit up to date
Im inna horse I take off like the race
When I'm in that Porsche they gon know how it play
When they see me up they gon all say my name
(Pull up with glocks and they come with a beam)
(Running up racks and we casing a scene)
Yeaa, ohh
Yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yah
Baby she want me and she never gon leave
Pull up with glocks and they come wit a beam
Running up racks and we causing a scene
Getting the racks and they tall like Yao Ming
Boy you a bum you could never be me
Shopping at saks spent yo rent onna tee
I don't know you lil bruh how you know me?
I swear to God that they always gone hate
Ran up the pape now they wanna act fake
All of that hating I cannot relate
They all just mad cause I'm stacking the cake
Yo shit look old and my shit up to date
Im inna horse I take off like the race
When I'm in that Porsche they gon know how it play
When they see me up they gon all say my name
I-I'm with the gang we gon chill, yuh
I had her stuck in her feels, yuh
Trapping I been in the hills, yuh
I'm just tryna count up some bills, yuh (Let's go)
Imma just get to the bag and I'm racing, taking these drugs I be facing (woah)
She wanna fuck with the Kidd like Jason, mask on my face just like Jason (what?)
Diamonds my neck and they be so adjacent, diamonds they be so amazing, uh
He be dickriding that boy he be glazing, she eat the dick like a raisin
And these niggas be lame and they don't have no motion
I'm off the drank off the magic, the potion
Ain't feel a thing, I ain't showing emotion
Trying to come in Ima leave the door open
Yeah, like Bruno (Yeah) I play that girl like it's Uno (Uno)
She like "boy I know what you know" (You know)
I'm kicking shit like it's judo, yeah (Judo yuh)
And these niggas don't want no beef, no smoke
Yeah that's fasho uh (Yeah that's fasho)
Me and my nigga Kai we just came with the poles
That's what we tote, tote, yuh
(Yeah, huh)
B-baby she want me and she never gon leave
Pull up with glocks and they come wit a beam
Running up racks and we causing a scene
Getting the racks and they tall like Yao Ming
Boy you a bum you could never be me
Shopping at saks spent yo rent onna tee
I don't know you lil bruh how you know me?
I swear to God that they always gone hate
Ran up the pape now they wanna act fake
All of that hating I cannot relate
They all just mad cause I'm stacking the cake
Yo shit look old and my shit up to date
Im inna horse I take off like the race
When I'm in that Porsche they gon know how it play
When they see me up they gon all say my name
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Writer(s): Mekhi J
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