DejaBoot
I thought if you don't like what a nigga say,
You hit em in the goddamn mouth
I ain't been hit in the mouth yet
Nah, for real
Or kill me
Nigga, I ain't shutting up for shit
Huh man
A wrong guy, not me
A duck, you can't believe him, man
He ain't do shit to me
You know I'm a boss and it's gonna cost to touch me
And he broke in other words
He can't afford to touch me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Put me in a room with a plumber
I bet I come out with a faucet
Put me in a room with accountants
I bet I come out with an office
Put me in a room with some killers
And they gonna shut up when I'm talking
Put you in some beef with me
And you gonna end up in a coffin
Aye
I was road running in VA
Me and Scrap
We was taxing for them things
Heavy motion, pushing packs
We procceded with Caution,
Cause we know they feds on that
Do Da speed limit
Seatbelt on with the window cracked
Turn the drill music off
Play Kirk Franklin to be exact
Make the right on Richmond Highway
Make the left on Lafayette
Park right there by the pool
Third building by the steps
Tell D-Rock to come outside and get the load
Then we relax
Brody rode his boot Jay and
I packed my bootarette
It wasn't no work in the car on that highway
He could stretch, called domo
For the Za,
Brody sent this address
He typed it in the GPS
And did 150 the whole way back
I wanna get in the cypher
But they don't want me in no cypher
And I'm trying to go first
But they ain't trying to go after
That's why I hate these rappers
They be hating on the trill ass rappers
Cause I don't be at they shows
Dick eating BROKE ass rappers
So fuck it, I'ma go to my lounge
Serving niggas out the kitchen
Like Golden Corral
She said, you be by yourself
How you holding it down
I told her, baby, I'm him
You better check the pronouns
Then I called Tati phone three times in a row
Bitch, you need to pick up
When you know it's about some dough
Got a brand new plug
He want 4,000 for the whole
I could buy 32 ounces
Can you grab the other four
And then she said, yeah, get dressed
I'm trying to meet you
And do you know this nigga
We from there, who is people
I said, I don't care
Look at my hip
That ain't no beeper
That's a brand new Glock
It's out the boxes like some sneakers
You hit em in the goddamn mouth
I ain't been hit in the mouth yet
Nah, for real
Or kill me
Nigga, I ain't shutting up for shit
Huh man
A wrong guy, not me
A duck, you can't believe him, man
He ain't do shit to me
You know I'm a boss and it's gonna cost to touch me
And he broke in other words
He can't afford to touch me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Put me in a room with a plumber
I bet I come out with a faucet
Put me in a room with accountants
I bet I come out with an office
Put me in a room with some killers
And they gonna shut up when I'm talking
Put you in some beef with me
And you gonna end up in a coffin
Aye
I was road running in VA
Me and Scrap
We was taxing for them things
Heavy motion, pushing packs
We procceded with Caution,
Cause we know they feds on that
Do Da speed limit
Seatbelt on with the window cracked
Turn the drill music off
Play Kirk Franklin to be exact
Make the right on Richmond Highway
Make the left on Lafayette
Park right there by the pool
Third building by the steps
Tell D-Rock to come outside and get the load
Then we relax
Brody rode his boot Jay and
I packed my bootarette
It wasn't no work in the car on that highway
He could stretch, called domo
For the Za,
Brody sent this address
He typed it in the GPS
And did 150 the whole way back
I wanna get in the cypher
But they don't want me in no cypher
And I'm trying to go first
But they ain't trying to go after
That's why I hate these rappers
They be hating on the trill ass rappers
Cause I don't be at they shows
Dick eating BROKE ass rappers
So fuck it, I'ma go to my lounge
Serving niggas out the kitchen
Like Golden Corral
She said, you be by yourself
How you holding it down
I told her, baby, I'm him
You better check the pronouns
Then I called Tati phone three times in a row
Bitch, you need to pick up
When you know it's about some dough
Got a brand new plug
He want 4,000 for the whole
I could buy 32 ounces
Can you grab the other four
And then she said, yeah, get dressed
I'm trying to meet you
And do you know this nigga
We from there, who is people
I said, I don't care
Look at my hip
That ain't no beeper
That's a brand new Glock
It's out the boxes like some sneakers
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Writer(s): Bob Molly
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