Jerry Rice
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Aye I'm a one of one, so why the fuck they trying to bite
Nigga what the fuck you on, been recording every night
And if I'm out or at a club, I'm catching shit like Jerry Rice
Tending topic (Trending topic)
If they giving me a mic, I'm finna talk shit (Talk)
Swear I'm really hella cool, she make me toxic
Baby pop it, I'm on some hot shit
Turnaround, drop it to the floor, and get behind it
Babygirl, she looking so good I make her ride it
Everyday I really kick shit, like it's karate (Ha)
Shawty wanna fuck the backseat, but I ain't Roddy
I'm a high-class nigga I might go and get a stylist
I just seen the police right behind me, it said wah wah
Politicking with this shit I'll see you at the top, top
Bookie wanna run up on me flashing all her ta-ta's
All my niggas with me and you know we got the mob ties
Imma keep it pushing I don't really see no ceiling with it
Accept what's all in front of me, but I just got a bigger vision
Fuck her from the front, I flip her over then we switch positions
Said I don't want no bust-downs, fuck around with a Richard Mille
(Turn me up nigga)
And imma keep it going, yeah yeah
Tryna throw me off, mental only on the cash, cash
Tattoo on her ass, I just hit it with a smack smack
Feeling a lil freaky, eat that pussy like it's rap snacks
(Know I'm tearing that shit up bitch)
Aye started off was talking shit I might as well put no hook on it
Shawty got a body, make a nigga wanna look at it
Imma tax a nigga if they ask me for my booking fee
I need like two, three hoes up in the kitchen that just cooking for me
Moving like a vet when I'm just only on my rookie status
I don't know what the fuck be flowing through me this shit feel like magic
Only limited to what you think, so go ahead imagine
(Shh, shh, frr, frr)
I'm just chilling with a bad bitch
Plain Jane Audemar on my wrist
Need one for everyone in my clique
Woah, woah, woah woah, woah woah
Woah, woah, woah woah, woah woah
You ain't stopping shit on my run nigga
(How the fuck you gon' stop it, nigga?)
I'm stepping over your scary ass, pussy
(Ha)
(You know at this point I ain't even rapping I'm just talking shit on the song nigga)
Woah, woah, woah woah, woah woah
Woah, woah, woah woah, woah woah
(Nigga throw on a beat I talk shit)
(Fuck you talking about nigga, ha)
(Ha)
(Nigga)
(Bitch)
(Hoe)
(Pussy)
Yeah, yeah
Aye I'm a one of one, so why the fuck they trying to bite
Nigga what the fuck you on, been recording every night
And if I'm out or at a club, I'm catching shit like Jerry Rice
Tending topic (Trending topic)
If they giving me a mic, I'm finna talk shit (Talk)
Swear I'm really hella cool, she make me toxic
Baby pop it, I'm on some hot shit
Turnaround, drop it to the floor, and get behind it
Babygirl, she looking so good I make her ride it
Everyday I really kick shit, like it's karate (Ha)
Shawty wanna fuck the backseat, but I ain't Roddy
I'm a high-class nigga I might go and get a stylist
I just seen the police right behind me, it said wah wah
Politicking with this shit I'll see you at the top, top
Bookie wanna run up on me flashing all her ta-ta's
All my niggas with me and you know we got the mob ties
Imma keep it pushing I don't really see no ceiling with it
Accept what's all in front of me, but I just got a bigger vision
Fuck her from the front, I flip her over then we switch positions
Said I don't want no bust-downs, fuck around with a Richard Mille
(Turn me up nigga)
And imma keep it going, yeah yeah
Tryna throw me off, mental only on the cash, cash
Tattoo on her ass, I just hit it with a smack smack
Feeling a lil freaky, eat that pussy like it's rap snacks
(Know I'm tearing that shit up bitch)
Aye started off was talking shit I might as well put no hook on it
Shawty got a body, make a nigga wanna look at it
Imma tax a nigga if they ask me for my booking fee
I need like two, three hoes up in the kitchen that just cooking for me
Moving like a vet when I'm just only on my rookie status
I don't know what the fuck be flowing through me this shit feel like magic
Only limited to what you think, so go ahead imagine
(Shh, shh, frr, frr)
I'm just chilling with a bad bitch
Plain Jane Audemar on my wrist
Need one for everyone in my clique
Woah, woah, woah woah, woah woah
Woah, woah, woah woah, woah woah
You ain't stopping shit on my run nigga
(How the fuck you gon' stop it, nigga?)
I'm stepping over your scary ass, pussy
(Ha)
(You know at this point I ain't even rapping I'm just talking shit on the song nigga)
Woah, woah, woah woah, woah woah
Woah, woah, woah woah, woah woah
(Nigga throw on a beat I talk shit)
(Fuck you talking about nigga, ha)
(Ha)
(Nigga)
(Bitch)
(Hoe)
(Pussy)
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Dawson
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