CopyCat
They don't fuck with me
But they copy paste my sound
They don't play me on the radio
I'm underground
I am really out the hood
Since a little child
Now they really know my name
And they scream it loud, Purpy
Your bitch standing on the back door
She side hoe
Got that prada on the bag
With some cash on
Now she telling me she love me
I don't like hoes
Bitch I'm always staying
Ten toes down
I need lean
I need xans
I need percocets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah your bitch right on my door
And Imma let her in
Imma let her in, Imma let her in
Everybody saying that they know me
But they don't know shit
Bitch I'm god's son
And you just trying to copy it
You don't know me
You don't understand what I am saying
I've invented up that swag
And I'm about to spread it lil bitch
They don't fuck with me
But they copy paste my sound
They don't play me on the radio
I'm underground
I am really out the hood
Since a little child
Now they really know my name
And they scream it loud
Keep on moving, moving
Making hundreds, hundreds
Imma get that shit
Yeah my money twerking
All them people talking
But it all mean nothing
Imma get my shit done
Money talking
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We gonna run it up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We gonna turn it up
Got my gang with me
We gonna run it up
You don't know about me
You don't know what's up
But they copy paste my sound
They don't play me on the radio
I'm underground
I am really out the hood
Since a little child
Now they really know my name
And they scream it loud, Purpy
Your bitch standing on the back door
She side hoe
Got that prada on the bag
With some cash on
Now she telling me she love me
I don't like hoes
Bitch I'm always staying
Ten toes down
I need lean
I need xans
I need percocets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah your bitch right on my door
And Imma let her in
Imma let her in, Imma let her in
Everybody saying that they know me
But they don't know shit
Bitch I'm god's son
And you just trying to copy it
You don't know me
You don't understand what I am saying
I've invented up that swag
And I'm about to spread it lil bitch
They don't fuck with me
But they copy paste my sound
They don't play me on the radio
I'm underground
I am really out the hood
Since a little child
Now they really know my name
And they scream it loud
Keep on moving, moving
Making hundreds, hundreds
Imma get that shit
Yeah my money twerking
All them people talking
But it all mean nothing
Imma get my shit done
Money talking
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We gonna run it up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We gonna turn it up
Got my gang with me
We gonna run it up
You don't know about me
You don't know what's up
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Writer(s): Stefan Markov
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