Like I'm Wiz
Look, say Ion even like to hear my songs, they play a verse, I start to cringe
Finna bob out, chill in Florida, nigga ugh just like I'm Wiz
Beyblade switches on my back, my grandma told me watch some Friends
Any niggaa try to disrespect on God, I take his limbs
Chop off his head, throw him in the bushes, we don't need a bag
My nigga's blood, some of them crip, but they still locks Rags
I shot a video, then gave that boy a toe tag
These nigga's love to eat that chunky cheese, cause all them n****s Rats
Finna pop out, what's the move
Fra Fra Fra nigga shooting at you
Bullets finna rain out the AMG coupe
My nigga's locked in, we be screaming Famgoon
Oh, that's your bitch, I'll fucked her to
Hot potato with the tool
Failed my classes up in school
Murder buisness what we do
Ha, that's how we really stepn
Don't give a fuck I'm right or wrong, I'm still gonna grab my weapon
That bitch real nasty, in the backseat, cuming on her ass cheeks
I know I'm light-skinned, but I'm half black, so my elbows ashy
That nigga broke you want a free feature, don't even ask me
Went to the jeweler, he was tripping, man, he tried to tax me
I put a red dot on his head, now that boy got some acne
Man, I just should've fucked his mama when he started snapping
Hot potato in the trap, we get it in and get it out
Man, I'm rich as hell, I know you can tell, look at my house
All my bars are real, I open my mouth, they come right out
Man, I just knew that boy was broke, I saw him digging through my couch
Finna bob out, chill in Florida, nigga ugh just like I'm Wiz
Beyblade switches on my back, my grandma told me watch some Friends
Any niggaa try to disrespect on God, I take his limbs
Chop off his head, throw him in the bushes, we don't need a bag
My nigga's blood, some of them crip, but they still locks Rags
I shot a video, then gave that boy a toe tag
These nigga's love to eat that chunky cheese, cause all them n****s Rats
Finna pop out, what's the move
Fra Fra Fra nigga shooting at you
Bullets finna rain out the AMG coupe
My nigga's locked in, we be screaming Famgoon
Oh, that's your bitch, I'll fucked her to
Hot potato with the tool
Failed my classes up in school
Murder buisness what we do
Ha, that's how we really stepn
Don't give a fuck I'm right or wrong, I'm still gonna grab my weapon
That bitch real nasty, in the backseat, cuming on her ass cheeks
I know I'm light-skinned, but I'm half black, so my elbows ashy
That nigga broke you want a free feature, don't even ask me
Went to the jeweler, he was tripping, man, he tried to tax me
I put a red dot on his head, now that boy got some acne
Man, I just should've fucked his mama when he started snapping
Hot potato in the trap, we get it in and get it out
Man, I'm rich as hell, I know you can tell, look at my house
All my bars are real, I open my mouth, they come right out
Man, I just knew that boy was broke, I saw him digging through my couch
Credits
Writer(s): Cayden Kendrix
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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