Way On It
Yeah, Champagne, I'm way on it
Yeah (Preach, preacher!)
Yeah
Drip down, drip knows, drip ice, drip clothes, drip up, drip toes
Tellin' that to my foes, bangin' hits with my woes
You should see how it goes, up, down, circles
Never lettin' shit go, do it better then before
Opportunity knockin' at the door
Ain't never seen a rapper this good, I swear on it
And Marc Jacobs got the fit checked, what I wear on it
And the chain heavy like weightliftin', I bear on it
And I do this shit for my past self, 'cause he's way on it
Oh, I'm too impossible
Flow is immaculate, success is improbable, woah
Avoidin' the obstacles, hittin' the floor
Know my action's illogical, no, can't deal with the module
System is broken, we need somethin' droppable, low
My formula workin', let's see how it's movin' with every coppable
Merch, shirt, denim, worth, tell me if them Perkys work
Do it hurt? Take some more, space is outer, need a door
She be beggin' on the floor
"Champagne, can we get some whore?"
I'm just tryna go explore, we ain't did this shit before, like woah
I'm just a kid, like nineteen when I write this
And my friends be askin' if I got a sound, well, do you like this?
And my lyric's good, so I could hold my weight on a nice diss
And my enemies gettin' closer, I think they might spike shit
Fucked up, gun is tucked, cost me twelve, run this cup
Empty clip, fuck my love, you gon' see my hate in blood
Ain't enough, ain't it cool, what we do?
Rappin', just dropped outta school
Hopin' I'ma make this move, I ain't got a shit to lose
I'm gamblin' on my life and my family
Like I said, I was parked up, just tryna win us a Grammy
Sittin' back with my granny, told me, "Easy on the panties"
'Cause them girls leave like real quick
If a young nigga understand me
Ain't never seen a rapper this good, I swear on it
And Marc Jacobs got the fit checked, what I wear on it
And the chain heavy like weightliftin', I bear on it
I do this shit for my past self, 'cause he's way on it
Ain't never seen a rapper this good, I swear on it
And Marc Jacobs got the fit checked, what I wear on it
And the chain heavy like weightliftin', I bear on it
And I do this shit for my past self, 'cause he's way on it
Way on it, thirty clips, spray on it, uh
Yeah (Preach, preacher!)
Yeah
Drip down, drip knows, drip ice, drip clothes, drip up, drip toes
Tellin' that to my foes, bangin' hits with my woes
You should see how it goes, up, down, circles
Never lettin' shit go, do it better then before
Opportunity knockin' at the door
Ain't never seen a rapper this good, I swear on it
And Marc Jacobs got the fit checked, what I wear on it
And the chain heavy like weightliftin', I bear on it
And I do this shit for my past self, 'cause he's way on it
Oh, I'm too impossible
Flow is immaculate, success is improbable, woah
Avoidin' the obstacles, hittin' the floor
Know my action's illogical, no, can't deal with the module
System is broken, we need somethin' droppable, low
My formula workin', let's see how it's movin' with every coppable
Merch, shirt, denim, worth, tell me if them Perkys work
Do it hurt? Take some more, space is outer, need a door
She be beggin' on the floor
"Champagne, can we get some whore?"
I'm just tryna go explore, we ain't did this shit before, like woah
I'm just a kid, like nineteen when I write this
And my friends be askin' if I got a sound, well, do you like this?
And my lyric's good, so I could hold my weight on a nice diss
And my enemies gettin' closer, I think they might spike shit
Fucked up, gun is tucked, cost me twelve, run this cup
Empty clip, fuck my love, you gon' see my hate in blood
Ain't enough, ain't it cool, what we do?
Rappin', just dropped outta school
Hopin' I'ma make this move, I ain't got a shit to lose
I'm gamblin' on my life and my family
Like I said, I was parked up, just tryna win us a Grammy
Sittin' back with my granny, told me, "Easy on the panties"
'Cause them girls leave like real quick
If a young nigga understand me
Ain't never seen a rapper this good, I swear on it
And Marc Jacobs got the fit checked, what I wear on it
And the chain heavy like weightliftin', I bear on it
I do this shit for my past self, 'cause he's way on it
Ain't never seen a rapper this good, I swear on it
And Marc Jacobs got the fit checked, what I wear on it
And the chain heavy like weightliftin', I bear on it
And I do this shit for my past self, 'cause he's way on it
Way on it, thirty clips, spray on it, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Barry Alan Gibb, Dominique Jones, Khaled Mohammaed Khaled, Maurice Ernest Gibb, Nyan Lieberthal, Preach, Robin Hugh Gibb, Timothy Murdock Suby
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