#CERTIFIED (DJ Ess Mix) [feat. DJ Ess]
(ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia) fuck
(Long live $cams) shit (you tripped, Certi)
Roll up (ooh), kick back and chill out (nyah)
You tuned in with the hood's favorite DJ (ooh), DJ Ess (ooh)
Runnin' up racks for life
You walkin' 'round with a point to prove
Boy, don't get popped, haha, yeah, haha
You walkin' 'round with a point to prove
Boy, don't get shot (fuck, brr)
They gotta switch blocks
Turned the yola Harden, then I slap it like it's Chris Rock
Japanese bitch keep a Glock, plus she kickbox
We'll turn them-
Man, what the fuck? Hell no (what are those?)
We'll turn them big-ass boots to some flip-flops
Two Glocks, 30 shots, wrapped him like a gift shop
Fuck your baby mama, grab your son, then do a TikTok
They gon' have to call the (woo)
We done left this bitch hot (woo)
Worse than the hoes-ass boy, how you dick hop
When it rain, it pours, when I walk out, I'ma drip-drop
Runnin' in the store for a pop, I'm tryna sip (uh)
Runnin' in the store for a pop, I'm tryna sip wock
Nyah, nyah
Huh, fuck
Shit, huh, huh (hey)
Pull up on they block and drop a 90 from the right angle
With them slimy guys, them grimy guys, don't let your ice dangle
Trippin' off the shrooms, like, "Why my eyes create a triangle?"
Woo, woo
You a Captain Save-A-Ho, I'm the bad guy
If we catch him stealin', burn his body while his hands tied
DSM, the go's the go, bitch, we the franchise
Deep in my bag, I'm lookin' like I'm tryna grab fry
Bitch, where's your friends? Need the yerky, where's the tens?
Need a script, where's the meds? Back to y'all, where's the bed?
When I'm 'round the hoes, my favorite question always, "Where's the head?"
I can't go in public no more, I ain't got nowhere to spend
Opps stayin' out the way, so we ain't got nowhere to bend
Bitch, just put it on the floor and send the lo' on where to send
Actin' like he on a run, he just goin' nowhere again
Arguin' with my ho late at night, I don't know where I been, bitch, bye
Hundred shots, now his titi cryin', it's a fish fry
Me and Certi dumpin' out the window, let us get by
On the road, doin' shows, fuck hoes, get high
(Huh, huh, huh)
Tryna get up in our zone? That's a, uh-uh
Tryna flick a pic' with bro? That's a, uh-uh
Reachin' for somethin' that's froze? That's a, uh-uh
Certi got me in that mode, you hear (mode, you hear)
(Long live $cams) shit (you tripped, Certi)
Roll up (ooh), kick back and chill out (nyah)
You tuned in with the hood's favorite DJ (ooh), DJ Ess (ooh)
Runnin' up racks for life
You walkin' 'round with a point to prove
Boy, don't get popped, haha, yeah, haha
You walkin' 'round with a point to prove
Boy, don't get shot (fuck, brr)
They gotta switch blocks
Turned the yola Harden, then I slap it like it's Chris Rock
Japanese bitch keep a Glock, plus she kickbox
We'll turn them-
Man, what the fuck? Hell no (what are those?)
We'll turn them big-ass boots to some flip-flops
Two Glocks, 30 shots, wrapped him like a gift shop
Fuck your baby mama, grab your son, then do a TikTok
They gon' have to call the (woo)
We done left this bitch hot (woo)
Worse than the hoes-ass boy, how you dick hop
When it rain, it pours, when I walk out, I'ma drip-drop
Runnin' in the store for a pop, I'm tryna sip (uh)
Runnin' in the store for a pop, I'm tryna sip wock
Nyah, nyah
Huh, fuck
Shit, huh, huh (hey)
Pull up on they block and drop a 90 from the right angle
With them slimy guys, them grimy guys, don't let your ice dangle
Trippin' off the shrooms, like, "Why my eyes create a triangle?"
Woo, woo
You a Captain Save-A-Ho, I'm the bad guy
If we catch him stealin', burn his body while his hands tied
DSM, the go's the go, bitch, we the franchise
Deep in my bag, I'm lookin' like I'm tryna grab fry
Bitch, where's your friends? Need the yerky, where's the tens?
Need a script, where's the meds? Back to y'all, where's the bed?
When I'm 'round the hoes, my favorite question always, "Where's the head?"
I can't go in public no more, I ain't got nowhere to spend
Opps stayin' out the way, so we ain't got nowhere to bend
Bitch, just put it on the floor and send the lo' on where to send
Actin' like he on a run, he just goin' nowhere again
Arguin' with my ho late at night, I don't know where I been, bitch, bye
Hundred shots, now his titi cryin', it's a fish fry
Me and Certi dumpin' out the window, let us get by
On the road, doin' shows, fuck hoes, get high
(Huh, huh, huh)
Tryna get up in our zone? That's a, uh-uh
Tryna flick a pic' with bro? That's a, uh-uh
Reachin' for somethin' that's froze? That's a, uh-uh
Certi got me in that mode, you hear (mode, you hear)
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