Mic Testing
Hello, hello, yurrrr
Oh, what's up? One take shorty
One take, one take, I'm taking this in one take
With my lil' bro
We in the studio and shit, you feel me
Reminiscing through that pain and shit
Heard a lot of Mac Miller and sorrow shit
Why all the bad shit be flowing and shit
All the
All the girls I was falling for and shit
Huh
Take me back so I can reminisce
I open the door and I leave when I choose to
I ain't the type of nigga that you dismiss
She leaning for a kiss
Forehead, that's a doe
I think I need more dope
Think I need more smoke
Think I need me a clear snow globe
So I can shake it up
Huh
Who sleep
Who sleep
Because I wake him up
Nigga drunk, pick him up
I'm about to just, you know
Walk out haphazardly
Reminiscing about this bitch that did bad on me
Did bad on me
Did bad on me
But I'm tied up
Ain't no one left for me
Ain't no going outside
Just, you know, go collect the bag
Go
Go throwing some rags, making riches
Who You know
Take the rags, n make riches
I take the rags, making riches
And taking pretty pictures with the pretty bitches
Ooh, man
Everybody want me in the picture
Dismiss
If you can
I just pop half a Xan
And she nodding her head
Like she know the plan
But I'm an improv boy
I go off top
There's a whole beat off the top
Bitch wet
That's a mop
I'm tightened up, nigga
I gotta Glock
This shit don't jam
But the shit do buckle
Nigga, this a game
Bloody knuckles
Shit buckle
Punch you in your head
And I broke my knuckle
But I wreck a lot more on your side
Nigga, fuck you and your ride
It's a hundred shots
When you come out, don't slide
Don't slide
Your girl look like an hourglass
When I'm all inside, nigga
When I'm all inside
Leave her with none
Leave her with none
Leave you with none
She left you with none
Nigga, you ain't score
Pump that ball
That's across the field
Across the field
Because once I catch, nigga, it's a real
It's a real
Running across the field
Running across the field
Niggas trying to take me down, but they're not real
I can't get taken down by no fake
One real nigga take down a million fake niggas
That's all true
No cap
So I'm bulletproof to
I'm bulletproof to a real nigga shoot back at me or to a bad bitch put me in a genjutsu
That's no kizzy
Oh, what's up? One take shorty
One take, one take, I'm taking this in one take
With my lil' bro
We in the studio and shit, you feel me
Reminiscing through that pain and shit
Heard a lot of Mac Miller and sorrow shit
Why all the bad shit be flowing and shit
All the
All the girls I was falling for and shit
Huh
Take me back so I can reminisce
I open the door and I leave when I choose to
I ain't the type of nigga that you dismiss
She leaning for a kiss
Forehead, that's a doe
I think I need more dope
Think I need more smoke
Think I need me a clear snow globe
So I can shake it up
Huh
Who sleep
Who sleep
Because I wake him up
Nigga drunk, pick him up
I'm about to just, you know
Walk out haphazardly
Reminiscing about this bitch that did bad on me
Did bad on me
Did bad on me
But I'm tied up
Ain't no one left for me
Ain't no going outside
Just, you know, go collect the bag
Go
Go throwing some rags, making riches
Who You know
Take the rags, n make riches
I take the rags, making riches
And taking pretty pictures with the pretty bitches
Ooh, man
Everybody want me in the picture
Dismiss
If you can
I just pop half a Xan
And she nodding her head
Like she know the plan
But I'm an improv boy
I go off top
There's a whole beat off the top
Bitch wet
That's a mop
I'm tightened up, nigga
I gotta Glock
This shit don't jam
But the shit do buckle
Nigga, this a game
Bloody knuckles
Shit buckle
Punch you in your head
And I broke my knuckle
But I wreck a lot more on your side
Nigga, fuck you and your ride
It's a hundred shots
When you come out, don't slide
Don't slide
Your girl look like an hourglass
When I'm all inside, nigga
When I'm all inside
Leave her with none
Leave her with none
Leave you with none
She left you with none
Nigga, you ain't score
Pump that ball
That's across the field
Across the field
Because once I catch, nigga, it's a real
It's a real
Running across the field
Running across the field
Niggas trying to take me down, but they're not real
I can't get taken down by no fake
One real nigga take down a million fake niggas
That's all true
No cap
So I'm bulletproof to
I'm bulletproof to a real nigga shoot back at me or to a bad bitch put me in a genjutsu
That's no kizzy
Credits
Writer(s): Raul Seijo
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