RGB - The Social Experiment Vol. 1

On Dis (Wooo) [feat. DJ CALVIN]

Going non stop on dis so had a hop on dis
My bottle my shit
I'm cooling I'm lit
Put a little bop on this
Make sure the opps stay pissed
How I hold my wrist
When I want to flex like this
Popping at the house like wooo
Fresh out the box like wooo
Do the money dance like wooo
Feel like I'm the man like wooo
We don't really care like wooo
Like Ric Flair like wooo
Pressing on the bell like wooo
I'm a propel like wooo

Pull up with a bottle on the block
Know me you know how I rock
All eyes on me like Pac.
I don't know I don't fuck wit no opp
All about my dough like Glock
I'm about to put the game on lock
Rapping on the beat like ya
Leah said I got that je ne sais quoi
Let the beat rock
Head bouncing up and down like a seesaw
Make em lean like the tower of Pisa
Man these niggas softer then sheet-rock
They background hating like frieza
Get the stick out the box like eeh ert
Now dem niggas got amnesia
They don't want to step in the arena
Cuz I'm a central nigga
Southside raised I don't give a
Bannyville across the Flint River
Hustle like a my nigga P Miller
I want the Tidal like that nigga jigga
Ali Frazier thriller in Manila
Lion King like my partner Simba
I'm so lit I was born on a Saturday night in September

Going non stop on dis so had a hop on dis
My bottle my shit
I'm cooling I'm lit
Put a little bop on this
Make sure the opps stay pissed
How I hold my wrist
When I want to flex like this
Popping at the house like wooo
Fresh out the box like wooo
Do the money dance like wooo
Feel like I'm the man like wooo
We don't really care like wooo
Like Ric Flair like wooo
Pressing on the bell like wooo
I'm a propel like wooo

We cruising this bitch
Just like Norwegian girl we hit that water we dripping in it
I like my chick
Dark skin and pretty with some tig-o-bitties man she's super thick
Who in the sticks
Laughing and joking about shit we be postin man shooting the shit
Cool with the mix
Feeling the vibe of the beat I like how the 808s hit
Hatin on me that's a sad man
Pull up on you like I'm Batman
Like a barron I'm that man
Now you entering the bad land
In Jamaica I'm a bad man
Eat the money like Pac-Man
Keep hooks for them niggas like the captain
Got 10 first rounders like the Falcons

Going non stop on dis so had a hop on dis
My bottle my shit
I'm cooling I'm lit
Put a little bop on this
Make sure the opps stay pissed
How I hold my wrist
When I want to flex like this
Popping at the house like wooo
Fresh out the box like wooo
Do the money dance like wooo
Feel like I'm the man like wooo
We don't really care like wooo
Like Ric Flair like wooo
Pressing on the bell like wooo
I'm a propel like wooo

Credits
Writer(s): Dantevious Harris
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