X Ta C
I roll up biscotti
I love when she naughty
I'm rolling off flavors
I smell like gelatti
They keep snapping pictures
Like the paparazzi
I got them mad
I'm blowing up kamikaze
I see with a clear view
How they wishy washy
Can carry the heavy load
Don't need to spot me
It's mission impossible
You cannot stop me
I put in that overtime training
Like Rock Lee
An underdog people's champ
Feel like I'm Rocky
I'm all bout the bucks
I have bucks like Milwaukee
A dose of my music
Hype you up like coffee
My wife is too bad
Dominatrix she bossy
Cast away lost in the sea
If you cross me
Does all the hating
Ever get exhausting?
This pistol It packs a punch
For the ones plotting
They claim to be hard
But be softer than cotton
Salute to the real ones
You're never forgotten
I stay on my grind
My eyes glued to the paper
If you sneak diss
At your head like a taper
I'm on the rise
Kinda like escalator
Can add it up quick
Just like a calculator
My lyrics cause dents
In your brain like a crater
Have perfect delivery's
Like a food cater
Let them keep hating
I motivate haters
I took the long way up
You took elevators
A currency junkie
In love with the paper
Rolling off paper planes
But I'm the pilot
They trying move snaky
But cannot disguise it
King of the waves
You should call me Poseidon
I stay in the field
Promise I do hiding
My niggas like
Baseball players
They be sliding
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I love when she naughty
I'm rolling off flavors
I smell like gelatti
They keep snapping pictures
Like the paparazzi
I got them mad
I'm blowing up kamikaze
I see with a clear view
How they wishy washy
Can carry the heavy load
Don't need to spot me
It's mission impossible
You cannot stop me
I put in that overtime training
Like Rock Lee
An underdog people's champ
Feel like I'm Rocky
I'm all bout the bucks
I have bucks like Milwaukee
A dose of my music
Hype you up like coffee
My wife is too bad
Dominatrix she bossy
Cast away lost in the sea
If you cross me
Does all the hating
Ever get exhausting?
This pistol It packs a punch
For the ones plotting
They claim to be hard
But be softer than cotton
Salute to the real ones
You're never forgotten
I stay on my grind
My eyes glued to the paper
If you sneak diss
At your head like a taper
I'm on the rise
Kinda like escalator
Can add it up quick
Just like a calculator
My lyrics cause dents
In your brain like a crater
Have perfect delivery's
Like a food cater
Let them keep hating
I motivate haters
I took the long way up
You took elevators
A currency junkie
In love with the paper
Rolling off paper planes
But I'm the pilot
They trying move snaky
But cannot disguise it
King of the waves
You should call me Poseidon
I stay in the field
Promise I do hiding
My niggas like
Baseball players
They be sliding
Slide
Slide
Credits
Writer(s): Roman Pargas Iv
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