Activat'R
Boy y'all know what the fuck going on
Pella daMuthafuck'n Goat bitch
This shit straight out them muthafuck'n Baakwoodz hoe
Ayy I do the dash off these digits
And don't need no calculator
And I'll get that lean and mix in that cream and call that bitch activator
Ayy I swear you rappers my sons
And y'all can just call me Darth Vader
Cause right now that moon rock with that zah zah
Got a muthafuckin cracker on the elevator
Ayy I take it all the way up to the roof
No parachute
Bitch I be free fallin
If you want me
I'm standin' in proof
And I'm livin' as truth
And I hear 23 callin
All of my day ones is gone
So I'm all alone
Screamin' out we ballin
I keep me two thick lil flix
Right on my dick
And shawty they see-sawin
I guess I can't see clearly
Let me push up these frames first
Boy I sleep with that heat near me
And still stand on the same turf
And I'ma hold it down
Till they put me off in the ground
But I ain't goin' down that easily
Keep me some real gangstas round
Y'all know that's me
A to the K to the A to the P-E-L-L-A-A-S-A-P
Swear to God y'all muthafucka better not test me
I'm like the SATs
If you really wanna get up on my level you probably need to invest some more cheese
Swear to God I'm up in this bitch
I'm bout to show my fuckin teeth
Man it's like I'm tryin' to eat
I swear to God
I look at all these hoes and think
Man The game just too sweet
Pella daMuthafuck'n Goat bitch
This shit straight out them muthafuck'n Baakwoodz hoe
Ayy I do the dash off these digits
And don't need no calculator
And I'll get that lean and mix in that cream and call that bitch activator
Ayy I swear you rappers my sons
And y'all can just call me Darth Vader
Cause right now that moon rock with that zah zah
Got a muthafuckin cracker on the elevator
Ayy I take it all the way up to the roof
No parachute
Bitch I be free fallin
If you want me
I'm standin' in proof
And I'm livin' as truth
And I hear 23 callin
All of my day ones is gone
So I'm all alone
Screamin' out we ballin
I keep me two thick lil flix
Right on my dick
And shawty they see-sawin
I guess I can't see clearly
Let me push up these frames first
Boy I sleep with that heat near me
And still stand on the same turf
And I'ma hold it down
Till they put me off in the ground
But I ain't goin' down that easily
Keep me some real gangstas round
Y'all know that's me
A to the K to the A to the P-E-L-L-A-A-S-A-P
Swear to God y'all muthafucka better not test me
I'm like the SATs
If you really wanna get up on my level you probably need to invest some more cheese
Swear to God I'm up in this bitch
I'm bout to show my fuckin teeth
Man it's like I'm tryin' to eat
I swear to God
I look at all these hoes and think
Man The game just too sweet
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Greene
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