Sure

I'm that mood you scary bitches go hide now that's that ghost mode
When I pull out the whip I put it in sport mode
I show you how the goat move
I lay it back it's convertible switch the game no revertible
No tolerance and that's common sense dummy you better use your common sense
Don't be popping that shit it's the principle it's the fact I ain't one to be played with
I dunk on that bitch off an alley hoop bout to hit a home run I'm straight off the bat
Slide in the mix and you know it's all facts
Just scored a touchdown you can check all my stats

Killing these rats like i'm trying to exterminate
Kaynine be spitting he finna regurgitate
I shoot my shot like I'm Steph in the gym and before it go in I'mma shimmy and turn away
Give me a beat and I'm raising the murder rate
Teaching these niggas like what did you learn today
Bitch I'm the greatest alive and they looking at me like who is this nigga
Most underrated and I'm doing it bigger came from the basement who is big Tigga
Speeding in a beamer like who is zim zimma
And I know that I'm a star like ooh the big dipper
Truth is the label this shit is amazing
We lit in the streets and we shaking the pavement
We cutting the check and you banking on statements
That's made by these niggas that can't even make it

I'mma old man out here living these dreams man god damn
Stop selling dope to these fiends a dealer I am
Can't live amongst these beings I'm out of here fam can't tell where I am
I got the young me the r&b me that's Juice
And Vicky that be getting real sticky that's truth
And Kaynine came to attack all dogs that think that they can walk around free in this booth
No panties on her ass sit free in this coupe
Brick house I just want a seat at her stoop
Got her number now that's progress so I'mma need me a lil drink of her soup



Credits
Writer(s): William Eichelberger
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