Cel
I be running shit just like a track meet
Your bitch a pro the way she always track
meat
She call my phone like Cel I need my back beat
I never let her in I hit her in the backseat
Nigga show me something cause you know that talk cheap
P just cashed out track hawk, black jeep
Keep a ladder on us cause you know the bag deep
I keep dunking on niggas I got a bad knee
But if you ask me
If you ask me
Cel how you do it like that
why you moving like that
Keep a tool in my lap
I can't fuck with new niggas
They moving like rats
I don't like to carry But AB he strapped Addicted to money
Like crackheads and crack
I don't know why niggas think they can challenge me
I make it look easy
you make it look challenging
I make shit happen
You sit there imagining
Niggas be saying that I don't do shit
Why your crew so lit
When I shoot I don't miss
Bada boom bada bing one shot and you hit
MJ that's my nigga AMS grade six
You'll get left when I'm right
Niggas sweet like a twix
I feel like Lil Uzi I just wanna rock
I feel like Lil Pump Gucci gang to the socks
My niggas we tight just like Lege and his locks
You niggas be in while I'm out of the box
Don't invest in no hoes
Go invest in some stocks
Can't stop chasing this money till I touch a M
Stand on my money I'm taller than Em
I'm a rap god bitch, I'm better than Em
Counting up money with me and my friends Just me and my amigos
Your bitch she a freak hoe
All that it took was a shot of the Migos
Hit the gas station and fer want some Cheetos These hoes go where we go we not equal
I'm evil
Crumble a nigga like some Doritos
Coming in hot like a motherfucking torpedo
De Mayo, Cinco, Balldhead, Ne-Yo
You niggas be acting funny like Danny DeVito
Up down left right I'm a fucking cheatcode
Okay what's next
Sergio pulling up V8 in a Vette
And I know I'm the best andI'm not trying to flex
I'm a real humble nigga I know Jordyn can attest
Banging out west, slanging out west
45 on my hip but Kayden keep it in her vest
When I start rapping I make it look magical Keep joking with me cause I know you impractical
What happened to bro that shit sound like it's tragical
What the fuck are you saying you sounding irrational
All those songs that I make they turn into a classical
All those songs that I make they turn into a bop
All those songs that you make they turn into a flop
All the lies that they saying that shit need to stop
W-Y-D and W-Y-A
Stop asking them questions you move like a cop
Big dog to these niggas I feel like The Rock
This shit really fire I might need to drop
Your bitch a pro the way she always track
meat
She call my phone like Cel I need my back beat
I never let her in I hit her in the backseat
Nigga show me something cause you know that talk cheap
P just cashed out track hawk, black jeep
Keep a ladder on us cause you know the bag deep
I keep dunking on niggas I got a bad knee
But if you ask me
If you ask me
Cel how you do it like that
why you moving like that
Keep a tool in my lap
I can't fuck with new niggas
They moving like rats
I don't like to carry But AB he strapped Addicted to money
Like crackheads and crack
I don't know why niggas think they can challenge me
I make it look easy
you make it look challenging
I make shit happen
You sit there imagining
Niggas be saying that I don't do shit
Why your crew so lit
When I shoot I don't miss
Bada boom bada bing one shot and you hit
MJ that's my nigga AMS grade six
You'll get left when I'm right
Niggas sweet like a twix
I feel like Lil Uzi I just wanna rock
I feel like Lil Pump Gucci gang to the socks
My niggas we tight just like Lege and his locks
You niggas be in while I'm out of the box
Don't invest in no hoes
Go invest in some stocks
Can't stop chasing this money till I touch a M
Stand on my money I'm taller than Em
I'm a rap god bitch, I'm better than Em
Counting up money with me and my friends Just me and my amigos
Your bitch she a freak hoe
All that it took was a shot of the Migos
Hit the gas station and fer want some Cheetos These hoes go where we go we not equal
I'm evil
Crumble a nigga like some Doritos
Coming in hot like a motherfucking torpedo
De Mayo, Cinco, Balldhead, Ne-Yo
You niggas be acting funny like Danny DeVito
Up down left right I'm a fucking cheatcode
Okay what's next
Sergio pulling up V8 in a Vette
And I know I'm the best andI'm not trying to flex
I'm a real humble nigga I know Jordyn can attest
Banging out west, slanging out west
45 on my hip but Kayden keep it in her vest
When I start rapping I make it look magical Keep joking with me cause I know you impractical
What happened to bro that shit sound like it's tragical
What the fuck are you saying you sounding irrational
All those songs that I make they turn into a classical
All those songs that I make they turn into a bop
All those songs that you make they turn into a flop
All the lies that they saying that shit need to stop
W-Y-D and W-Y-A
Stop asking them questions you move like a cop
Big dog to these niggas I feel like The Rock
This shit really fire I might need to drop
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Writer(s): Marcel Pena
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