Down the Rabbit Hole
Stomping on this shit like
Huh
Like
Rule number 1 gotta stay with a sitch
Better know there's a rat when you roll by that clique
Shawty got no love she just want the dick
I won't say I'm top 3 just know I'm that pick
Roll and control gotta stay with a stick
Cocky
These niggas think they move properly
Watch me
Turn the vibe into a homi
Feel on her body
She wanna ride me like jockey
Fuck a pack pour em like wocky
They Think that they got me
Look and I just see a copy
Tell em stop acting so sloppy
Got me a hobby
Now I'm feeling like Bobby
I say sh and you gon get murdered
Keep it low key no you ain't even heard of
And the reaper just wrote me like hurt her
Please do not worry cause this dont concern ya
Opp pack in the air
Don't care what you smoking on nigga cause you is a peasant
No Santa my presence a present
Need like 3 hoes open wide like the dentist
Get punched like a pack I won't say shit
And the Bitch got back but she basic
Swerve curve that block like the matrix
Start spraying all the cases is Nameless
Sippin on henny no chaser
I got two grips and the both got a laser
Scroll up a blunt and I'm really gone face it
Way that I dick her down leaving her lazy
Rule number 2
Don't act a fool
Gotta keep cool
Watch for them goons
Watch for them snakes in the back of the room
Watch for the ones that be dapping you too
Could never lack cause they watch how you move
Run up a stack I got nothing to prove
Always move tact I'm still high off the shrooms
Always move tact I be ready boom
Let's get it
Huh
Like
Rule number 1 gotta stay with a sitch
Better know there's a rat when you roll by that clique
Shawty got no love she just want the dick
I won't say I'm top 3 just know I'm that pick
Roll and control gotta stay with a stick
Cocky
These niggas think they move properly
Watch me
Turn the vibe into a homi
Feel on her body
She wanna ride me like jockey
Fuck a pack pour em like wocky
They Think that they got me
Look and I just see a copy
Tell em stop acting so sloppy
Got me a hobby
Now I'm feeling like Bobby
I say sh and you gon get murdered
Keep it low key no you ain't even heard of
And the reaper just wrote me like hurt her
Please do not worry cause this dont concern ya
Opp pack in the air
Don't care what you smoking on nigga cause you is a peasant
No Santa my presence a present
Need like 3 hoes open wide like the dentist
Get punched like a pack I won't say shit
And the Bitch got back but she basic
Swerve curve that block like the matrix
Start spraying all the cases is Nameless
Sippin on henny no chaser
I got two grips and the both got a laser
Scroll up a blunt and I'm really gone face it
Way that I dick her down leaving her lazy
Rule number 2
Don't act a fool
Gotta keep cool
Watch for them goons
Watch for them snakes in the back of the room
Watch for the ones that be dapping you too
Could never lack cause they watch how you move
Run up a stack I got nothing to prove
Always move tact I'm still high off the shrooms
Always move tact I be ready boom
Let's get it
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Writer(s): Peter Brown
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