Yea!

Lame ass niggas on the same thing
Balling on these niggas like my name was Yao Ming
Got my bag up now my money ocky
She a treesh but she still give me sloppy
I'm the chosen one call me Uzumaki
Chopper make him run look like a jockey
My bro with them sticks like we playing hockey
Wocky got me sloppy
Moving like a zombie
Bitch give me brain
In the lobby
You know I feel safe as long as I got my choppy
Long as I got my nine
Damn that bitch is fine
Please can you be mine
Oh don't do that
Cause I've been great
Tell what's the rates
Of the royal blue faces
I got bad bitches in one thousand locations
I been doing good
Okay understood
Op pack in this wood
Niggas dumb as fuck like
Go pick up a book
Go to your crib and
See just what I took
That's on G O D
I got to disagree, huh
Feel like Curry
pull up I'm shooting the
Uh huh
Know I been a
Uh huh
What comes after
Uh huh
Nigga are you deaf
Who let him cook like
You are not a chef like
Lets take a look like
I got all the bread like
I got all the dough like
I got all the
Huh huh
Where the fuck the hoes at
I just took her home like
Where the fuck your clothes at
If I say assemble then
Where the fuck your pose at
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah



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Writer(s): Justen Taylor
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