cherokee
Shoot the nine six times, I ain't talking about Rey Mysterio
We surrounding that boy like headphones, like shit stereo
Choppa gon' sing out like it's a microphone, like karaoke
I'm in that Benz while your ass still whipping that Cherokee
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Been blowing that gas, I been blowing them trees
Like we talk, told that lil' boy, "Freeze"
Oh, that's your homie? Bitch, I am sorry, 'cause we gotta drop 'em
Said he was real, that's how I knew he was fake, so you knew that I had to go crop him
They see my name and they're like "OMG, oh my god, that boy he really been droppin'"
Like this shit Disney, I'm fucking a bitch, her name Mary, I'm not talking about no damn Poppins
I said I'd blow up like three years ago and that shit really happened, bitch, I am a prophet
He try to hand me his mixtape, I push it away and I say, "No, boy, I am not coppin'"
I wear Balenci' up in the moshpits, glick on my side, you know I got no option
He not gon' be relevant in a month, I don't know why you niggas is sayin' he poppin'
I am not playing with niggas
We put that boy in the pack, in the Swishers
I do not want a bitch, I lost all interest
Your bitch gon' post me, I been on her Pinterest
She can't even tell, bitch, she can't tell my interests
That boy a tool, I'm not talking bout wrenches
I'm getting paid double what your damn rent is
That boy a rookie, that boy an apprentice
We hit him before he finish his sentence
Ride a new car, while your ass is still renting
I know he mad, lost his marbles like Ben 10
My life no regular show, It's demented
Them bullets delivered, you know that we sent 'em
I got some sins, and I still won't repent them
High off the gas, already know that I'm zooted
Walk in that club, and you know that I'm booted
Know that I'm booted, bitch
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
We surrounding that boy like headphones, like shit stereo
Choppa gon' sing out like it's a microphone, like karaoke
I'm in that Benz while your ass still whipping that Cherokee
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Been blowing that gas, I been blowing them trees
Like we talk, told that lil' boy, "Freeze"
Oh, that's your homie? Bitch, I am sorry, 'cause we gotta drop 'em
Said he was real, that's how I knew he was fake, so you knew that I had to go crop him
They see my name and they're like "OMG, oh my god, that boy he really been droppin'"
Like this shit Disney, I'm fucking a bitch, her name Mary, I'm not talking about no damn Poppins
I said I'd blow up like three years ago and that shit really happened, bitch, I am a prophet
He try to hand me his mixtape, I push it away and I say, "No, boy, I am not coppin'"
I wear Balenci' up in the moshpits, glick on my side, you know I got no option
He not gon' be relevant in a month, I don't know why you niggas is sayin' he poppin'
I am not playing with niggas
We put that boy in the pack, in the Swishers
I do not want a bitch, I lost all interest
Your bitch gon' post me, I been on her Pinterest
She can't even tell, bitch, she can't tell my interests
That boy a tool, I'm not talking bout wrenches
I'm getting paid double what your damn rent is
That boy a rookie, that boy an apprentice
We hit him before he finish his sentence
Ride a new car, while your ass is still renting
I know he mad, lost his marbles like Ben 10
My life no regular show, It's demented
Them bullets delivered, you know that we sent 'em
I got some sins, and I still won't repent them
High off the gas, already know that I'm zooted
Walk in that club, and you know that I'm booted
Know that I'm booted, bitch
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
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Writer(s): (prod. Cxdy), Edgar Sarratt, Iii, Prod 808dummy
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