Parody
Think that I might just go buy that new Benz
I'm Fucking on shorty and hitting her friend
Bitch name Diane you know I'm finna sin
You fuck wit the nickels we sliding wit tens
We get it together could never be greedy
I got that bitch yelling just like she berleezy
I'm feeling like gunna this shit just too easy
He pay for his car I just spent that on Yeezys
Catching the pass Like TO in the 90s
You fuck with the gang then this shit get real grimey
Cartier watch so I got perfect timing
My words they be matching I'm not doing no rhyming
Them niggas that's with you we know they be shiesty
He don't want no smoke yea his bitch I be pipping
The gas it be yellow and purp like a Viking
Stay in the field I'm not doing no typing
And
Watch how you talk in your lyrics
I be with them niggas they shoot for a living
I can't donate organs, I fuck up my liver, It's smoke and my lungs,
Dusse killing my kidneys
No suit and tie know I be with the business
Creep two cars back trying to see where he living
My pump in be dumbing got to get it some tissue
Toolie be tucked I'm not squashing
No issue
Think bout your life know your family gone miss you that bitch that you fucking it's me that she into
Extended clip it be long as a pencil
In Black Benz wit tents think I look presidential
Surgical wit it I feel like Denzel
You know that I bought I know his rented
Damn
Stay in the booth going crazy
3 Gs on his belt yea we know he fugazey
Bitch from the islands be calling me baby
I might hit Jamaica and see if she playing
Just had a show got a bitch want to fuck gave me top in the car
Damn I think that I'm famous
Show me the cookies I think that I'm amos
The switch got more power done fucked up my aiming
I hang wit them apes yea we don't do no taming
I'm all in the mall yea you know we be staining
Fresh head to toeI just walked to the store
Gettin this cheddarI need me some more
E-40 in hereTell me when to go
New York come sign me I feel like a pro
Woods and the runtz If you know then you know
Ran off with the bread She just a custo
It ain't a song But you know who I smoke
The Opps be instinct They never can score
Hop on a jet No I hop on a plane
Free all my niggas who locked in The chain
Filled him with hallows His shirt got a stain
Opps say it's smoke so I can't stop The rain
You know I ain't married I'm Smoking on Jane
Go to the top like I think I'm in Maine
Crazy on tracks and the beat go Insane
Walking with sticks and I'm not Talking canes
It's diamonds inside of my chain
No I'm not fucking I just want the Brain
T.I cuz niggas they think it's a Game
Can't bring him back so we drink To the pain
Blow like a whistle no smoke in His lungs
Seven Six Two Like I'm Barry Bond
I'm not a wizard but I pack me a wand
Niggas be snitches call him Uncle Tom
I'm Fucking on shorty and hitting her friend
Bitch name Diane you know I'm finna sin
You fuck wit the nickels we sliding wit tens
We get it together could never be greedy
I got that bitch yelling just like she berleezy
I'm feeling like gunna this shit just too easy
He pay for his car I just spent that on Yeezys
Catching the pass Like TO in the 90s
You fuck with the gang then this shit get real grimey
Cartier watch so I got perfect timing
My words they be matching I'm not doing no rhyming
Them niggas that's with you we know they be shiesty
He don't want no smoke yea his bitch I be pipping
The gas it be yellow and purp like a Viking
Stay in the field I'm not doing no typing
And
Watch how you talk in your lyrics
I be with them niggas they shoot for a living
I can't donate organs, I fuck up my liver, It's smoke and my lungs,
Dusse killing my kidneys
No suit and tie know I be with the business
Creep two cars back trying to see where he living
My pump in be dumbing got to get it some tissue
Toolie be tucked I'm not squashing
No issue
Think bout your life know your family gone miss you that bitch that you fucking it's me that she into
Extended clip it be long as a pencil
In Black Benz wit tents think I look presidential
Surgical wit it I feel like Denzel
You know that I bought I know his rented
Damn
Stay in the booth going crazy
3 Gs on his belt yea we know he fugazey
Bitch from the islands be calling me baby
I might hit Jamaica and see if she playing
Just had a show got a bitch want to fuck gave me top in the car
Damn I think that I'm famous
Show me the cookies I think that I'm amos
The switch got more power done fucked up my aiming
I hang wit them apes yea we don't do no taming
I'm all in the mall yea you know we be staining
Fresh head to toeI just walked to the store
Gettin this cheddarI need me some more
E-40 in hereTell me when to go
New York come sign me I feel like a pro
Woods and the runtz If you know then you know
Ran off with the bread She just a custo
It ain't a song But you know who I smoke
The Opps be instinct They never can score
Hop on a jet No I hop on a plane
Free all my niggas who locked in The chain
Filled him with hallows His shirt got a stain
Opps say it's smoke so I can't stop The rain
You know I ain't married I'm Smoking on Jane
Go to the top like I think I'm in Maine
Crazy on tracks and the beat go Insane
Walking with sticks and I'm not Talking canes
It's diamonds inside of my chain
No I'm not fucking I just want the Brain
T.I cuz niggas they think it's a Game
Can't bring him back so we drink To the pain
Blow like a whistle no smoke in His lungs
Seven Six Two Like I'm Barry Bond
I'm not a wizard but I pack me a wand
Niggas be snitches call him Uncle Tom
Credits
Writer(s): Qadiir Wajd
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