OFF THAT!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Talkin' all that shit gon' get you popped in yo nose
I got the gang, full team, we gon' drop on yo home
You pussy wanna be like me, why can't you leave me alone?
And they be slayin' on a beat but I'ma have to oppose
I got these bitches talkin' to me, feel like I'm on a roll
And DreamyBull, I'm in yo crib, my .40 boutta go blow
And they gon' know my name for ages, stay engraved in a stone
I said I'm gonna fumble the bag but she be playin' my songs, tell her
They gon' send him off the map, Faygo said I'm off the map
Only sent a couple fit pics, got yo bitch, she on my lap
But yo bitch is actin' crazy, I can tell she off of that
I got chips, big stacks, she gon' hit it wit' a strap, uh
I'm only fourteen, how the fuck did I even get here?
Barely droppin' songs, I'm still pleasin' yo bitches ears
They gon' bite my style, steal my flow for fifty years
Keep on moving like this, I'll be quickly surpassin' my peers
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
The way I switch on these bitches, I'm feelin' different
The way I be gettin' lit by the beat, I can feel it liftin'
I say they beggin' me to deliver like by the minute
I say, yes, I guarantee that I'm never reachin' my limit, hold up
Droppin hits, I thought you might like that
'Cause yo bitch bumpin' my shit, in a white Maybach
You say my shit is ass, because you implied that
So stay yo ass right there, 'cause I might bite back, uh
Talkin' all that shit gon' get you popped in yo nose
I got the gang, full team, we gon' drop on yo home
You pussy wanna be like me, why can't you leave me alone?
And they be slayin' on a beat but I'ma have to oppose
I got these bitches talkin' to me, feel like I'm on a roll
And DreamyBull, I'm in yo crib, my .40 boutta go blow
And they gon' know my name for ages, stay engraved in a stone
I said I'm gonna fumble the bag but she be playin' my songs, tell her
Talkin' all that shit gon' get you popped in yo nose
I got the gang, full team, we gon' drop on yo home
You pussy wanna be like me, why can't you leave me alone?
And they be slayin' on a beat but I'ma have to oppose
I got these bitches talkin' to me, feel like I'm on a roll
And DreamyBull, I'm in yo crib, my .40 boutta go blow
And they gon' know my name for ages, stay engraved in a stone
I said I'm gonna fumble the bag but she be playin' my songs, tell her
Talkin' all that shit gon' get you popped in yo nose
I got the gang, full team, we gon' drop on yo home
You pussy wanna be like me, why can't you leave me alone?
And they be slayin' on a beat but I'ma have to oppose
I got these bitches talkin' to me, feel like I'm on a roll
And DreamyBull, I'm in yo crib, my .40 boutta go blow
And they gon' know my name for ages, stay engraved in a stone
I said I'm gonna fumble the bag but she be playin' my songs, tell her
They gon' send him off the map, Faygo said I'm off the map
Only sent a couple fit pics, got yo bitch, she on my lap
But yo bitch is actin' crazy, I can tell she off of that
I got chips, big stacks, she gon' hit it wit' a strap, uh
I'm only fourteen, how the fuck did I even get here?
Barely droppin' songs, I'm still pleasin' yo bitches ears
They gon' bite my style, steal my flow for fifty years
Keep on moving like this, I'll be quickly surpassin' my peers
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
The way I switch on these bitches, I'm feelin' different
The way I be gettin' lit by the beat, I can feel it liftin'
I say they beggin' me to deliver like by the minute
I say, yes, I guarantee that I'm never reachin' my limit, hold up
Droppin hits, I thought you might like that
'Cause yo bitch bumpin' my shit, in a white Maybach
You say my shit is ass, because you implied that
So stay yo ass right there, 'cause I might bite back, uh
Talkin' all that shit gon' get you popped in yo nose
I got the gang, full team, we gon' drop on yo home
You pussy wanna be like me, why can't you leave me alone?
And they be slayin' on a beat but I'ma have to oppose
I got these bitches talkin' to me, feel like I'm on a roll
And DreamyBull, I'm in yo crib, my .40 boutta go blow
And they gon' know my name for ages, stay engraved in a stone
I said I'm gonna fumble the bag but she be playin' my songs, tell her
Talkin' all that shit gon' get you popped in yo nose
I got the gang, full team, we gon' drop on yo home
You pussy wanna be like me, why can't you leave me alone?
And they be slayin' on a beat but I'ma have to oppose
I got these bitches talkin' to me, feel like I'm on a roll
And DreamyBull, I'm in yo crib, my .40 boutta go blow
And they gon' know my name for ages, stay engraved in a stone
I said I'm gonna fumble the bag but she be playin' my songs, tell her
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