GoPro
Matt, you're crazy
Yeah, they see me going off the head like a GoPro
Hopping on the track, I beat it up, hittin' combos
Yeah, I got my own sauce, that is not yours
I'm stacking chips and getting cheese like some nachos
Yeah, I'm a cool kid, but got a hot flow I be getting down up in this bitch, I'm still high though
Nah, you can't even sit up in the whip if you ain't my hoe
Told my brother, pass the green to me like he Rondo
Yeah, I smoke that shit till it's a roach, don't bug me
Oh, keep that same energy if you really ain't wanna plug me
Oh, keep that same energy, all the bitches that ain't fuck with me
Mm, yeah, you lost your chance, hoe
Way I'm in the Bay, I feel like Chance, hoe
Yeah, she ain't know ssolumm, she told me she just wanna dance, hoe
Yeah, ambidextrous, I count it up with both hands, hoe
Uh huh, yeah, it takes two to tango
Hell yeah, I'm JTL, name a place of where I can't go
Hell yeah, I know you smell, I be smoking on some stanky
Got a New York bitch, I'm a hit it like a Yankee
I ain't smoked no weed yet, so that's probably why I'm cranky
He ain't Synergy, yeah, so why the fuck you call me gangy
Why the fuck you callin' me brother, you ain't Drake and I ain't Josh
Hit my bitch like Ronny J, got her saying, oh my God
Yeah, I'm always elevated, but I'm still the underdog
Yeah, I walk on this like water, I ain't God, just call me him
Stay 300 like a Sparta, I ain't even got a fib
Yeah, I'm from the Florida water, feel like Danny in this bitch
They ain't think I was legit until I showed them I'm a jit
I been spittin', they just finally fuckin' listenin
I got gold up in my teeth, bitch, you see it when they glistening
I got ADHD, but I ain't fuckin' with no Ritalin
I'm smokin' on some gas, yeah, that shit, it got me floatin
Uh, let me drive the boat jit, it's a Kodak moment
I make payments on the whip, but I still drive it like I stole it
Why they hatin' on the jit, I know they fuckin' with the flow bitch
Yeah, my bitch pockets fat too, lookin' just like Norbit
Think that I'm addicted to it when she throw it, I want more of it
Big shit, it's enormous
Way I hang with trees, you would think I was an ornament
I do this shit with ease, you be tryin', that's unfortunate
Treat the beat just like a dab, heatin' up, and now I'm torchin' it
Had to hop right off the porch with it
Yeah, I'm from the coast and my bitch Costa Rican, yeah, we hot all season
I was makin' pizzas, now they really wanna fuckin' piece of
What I got, cause they know I'm hot like some Lil' Ceasers
Yeah, I keep my top, but I'll crash out, you give me a reason
Yeah, I'm M.I.A. in M.I.A., 40 floors up
Yeah, I get hotter, hotter every day, you just froze up
Man, I ain't take your bitch from you, I'm sorry that she chose up
Yeah, I been doin' shows and I ain't trippin' if they show up
I ain't trippin', I'ma get it, yeah, that's regardless
Hell yeah, I look good, but my bitch look gorgeous
Hell yeah, I got wood, give it to her like a lumberjack
All the bitches from the past, I want my number back
I'ma need that
Nah, for real, I want that shit back
Florida boy shit
Fuckin
3, 2, 1
Trippin
I'm the 1
Uh
Yeah
Yeah, they see me going off the head like a GoPro
Hopping on the track, I beat it up, hittin' combos
Yeah, I got my own sauce, that is not yours
I'm stacking chips and getting cheese like some nachos
Yeah, I'm a cool kid, but got a hot flow I be getting down up in this bitch, I'm still high though
Nah, you can't even sit up in the whip if you ain't my hoe
Told my brother, pass the green to me like he Rondo
Yeah, I smoke that shit till it's a roach, don't bug me
Oh, keep that same energy if you really ain't wanna plug me
Oh, keep that same energy, all the bitches that ain't fuck with me
Mm, yeah, you lost your chance, hoe
Way I'm in the Bay, I feel like Chance, hoe
Yeah, she ain't know ssolumm, she told me she just wanna dance, hoe
Yeah, ambidextrous, I count it up with both hands, hoe
Uh huh, yeah, it takes two to tango
Hell yeah, I'm JTL, name a place of where I can't go
Hell yeah, I know you smell, I be smoking on some stanky
Got a New York bitch, I'm a hit it like a Yankee
I ain't smoked no weed yet, so that's probably why I'm cranky
He ain't Synergy, yeah, so why the fuck you call me gangy
Why the fuck you callin' me brother, you ain't Drake and I ain't Josh
Hit my bitch like Ronny J, got her saying, oh my God
Yeah, I'm always elevated, but I'm still the underdog
Yeah, I walk on this like water, I ain't God, just call me him
Stay 300 like a Sparta, I ain't even got a fib
Yeah, I'm from the Florida water, feel like Danny in this bitch
They ain't think I was legit until I showed them I'm a jit
I been spittin', they just finally fuckin' listenin
I got gold up in my teeth, bitch, you see it when they glistening
I got ADHD, but I ain't fuckin' with no Ritalin
I'm smokin' on some gas, yeah, that shit, it got me floatin
Uh, let me drive the boat jit, it's a Kodak moment
I make payments on the whip, but I still drive it like I stole it
Why they hatin' on the jit, I know they fuckin' with the flow bitch
Yeah, my bitch pockets fat too, lookin' just like Norbit
Think that I'm addicted to it when she throw it, I want more of it
Big shit, it's enormous
Way I hang with trees, you would think I was an ornament
I do this shit with ease, you be tryin', that's unfortunate
Treat the beat just like a dab, heatin' up, and now I'm torchin' it
Had to hop right off the porch with it
Yeah, I'm from the coast and my bitch Costa Rican, yeah, we hot all season
I was makin' pizzas, now they really wanna fuckin' piece of
What I got, cause they know I'm hot like some Lil' Ceasers
Yeah, I keep my top, but I'll crash out, you give me a reason
Yeah, I'm M.I.A. in M.I.A., 40 floors up
Yeah, I get hotter, hotter every day, you just froze up
Man, I ain't take your bitch from you, I'm sorry that she chose up
Yeah, I been doin' shows and I ain't trippin' if they show up
I ain't trippin', I'ma get it, yeah, that's regardless
Hell yeah, I look good, but my bitch look gorgeous
Hell yeah, I got wood, give it to her like a lumberjack
All the bitches from the past, I want my number back
I'ma need that
Nah, for real, I want that shit back
Florida boy shit
Fuckin
3, 2, 1
Trippin
I'm the 1
Uh
Yeah
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