Shhhh
I'm in a uh
I'm in a uh
I'm in a shh
I'm in a fff
I'm in a coop
Jump out the coop
I'm in the booth
Jump out the roof
Jump out the roof
Jump out the roof
Jump out the uh
Jump out the roof
I'm in a uh
I'm in a uh
I'm in a shh
I'm in a fff
Lil bitch boy talking shit but I swear to god I am not talking to you
Uh
I don't really care about this or that
But I'm a do what I'm a do
I'm a do what I'm a do
Real drip on from my head to my shoe
Real drip on from my head to my toes
Got good gas and I got it for the low
Grievous in this bitch, no I'm not an average Joe
Don't play with me lil bitch, get exposed
I really rap for fun, but now I'm doing shows
This rap shit easy do it with my eyes closed
Bitch started crying when I told her gotta go
Me and Randana sipping wocky tropical
I'm a real hooper, bitch, I'm balling like a pro
I'm smoking this dope got me high as a crow
I'm smoking this dope got me high as a pelican
I won't fall asleep if I don't take my medicine
Bitch you ain't shit, gotta be about your Benjamin's
Make my own beat then I rap, different specimen
Lil boy like a bitch when he talk, they feminine
I'm a still make music when I turn to a skeleton
Smoking on Fonzo, it's part of my regimen
She say she like me, she say I'm a gentleman
I'm in a uh
I'm in a uh
I'm in a shh
I'm in a fff
I'm in a coop
Jump out the coop
I'm in the booth
Jump out the roof
Jump out the roof
Jump out the roof
Jump out the uh
Jump out the roof
I'm in the uh
I'm in the uh
I'm in the shh
I'm in the fff
Recording this on Garage Band but I came in here with the Pro Tools
That lil bitch say she trying to link, but she got a man
I ain't worried about old dude
His diamonds cloudy, they soul food
I rock the drip but I show you
Brand new Balenci my fit like brrrr
But my weed get loud get vocal
They hit my phone, what you talking about
Work, work, work, might call out
Boy I got bands like a Fall Out
Earth make me, now calm down
I rip the gosha right off of the mannequin
I got two bitches they both get the sandwiches
Using no hands, but they both can handle it
You struggle with marriage and that shit embarrassing
K rolled his juice, now he sipping kerosene
Can't be stressed out, moving onto better things
Real big dog, yeah, not in my pedigree
The money just make me feel like I'm on ecstasy
Look at my swag and they bite barracuda
I be like move bitch feeling like Luda
Everything true bitch, I don't see a Buddha
Another pack just touched down, hallelujah
I'm in a uh
I'm in a shh
I'm in a fff
I'm in a coop
Jump out the coop
I'm in the booth
Jump out the roof
Jump out the roof
Jump out the roof
Jump out the uh
Jump out the roof
I'm in a uh
I'm in a uh
I'm in a shh
I'm in a fff
Lil bitch boy talking shit but I swear to god I am not talking to you
Uh
I don't really care about this or that
But I'm a do what I'm a do
I'm a do what I'm a do
Real drip on from my head to my shoe
Real drip on from my head to my toes
Got good gas and I got it for the low
Grievous in this bitch, no I'm not an average Joe
Don't play with me lil bitch, get exposed
I really rap for fun, but now I'm doing shows
This rap shit easy do it with my eyes closed
Bitch started crying when I told her gotta go
Me and Randana sipping wocky tropical
I'm a real hooper, bitch, I'm balling like a pro
I'm smoking this dope got me high as a crow
I'm smoking this dope got me high as a pelican
I won't fall asleep if I don't take my medicine
Bitch you ain't shit, gotta be about your Benjamin's
Make my own beat then I rap, different specimen
Lil boy like a bitch when he talk, they feminine
I'm a still make music when I turn to a skeleton
Smoking on Fonzo, it's part of my regimen
She say she like me, she say I'm a gentleman
I'm in a uh
I'm in a uh
I'm in a shh
I'm in a fff
I'm in a coop
Jump out the coop
I'm in the booth
Jump out the roof
Jump out the roof
Jump out the roof
Jump out the uh
Jump out the roof
I'm in the uh
I'm in the uh
I'm in the shh
I'm in the fff
Recording this on Garage Band but I came in here with the Pro Tools
That lil bitch say she trying to link, but she got a man
I ain't worried about old dude
His diamonds cloudy, they soul food
I rock the drip but I show you
Brand new Balenci my fit like brrrr
But my weed get loud get vocal
They hit my phone, what you talking about
Work, work, work, might call out
Boy I got bands like a Fall Out
Earth make me, now calm down
I rip the gosha right off of the mannequin
I got two bitches they both get the sandwiches
Using no hands, but they both can handle it
You struggle with marriage and that shit embarrassing
K rolled his juice, now he sipping kerosene
Can't be stressed out, moving onto better things
Real big dog, yeah, not in my pedigree
The money just make me feel like I'm on ecstasy
Look at my swag and they bite barracuda
I be like move bitch feeling like Luda
Everything true bitch, I don't see a Buddha
Another pack just touched down, hallelujah
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Marshall
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