Taking Risk

You niggas better wake up
And smell a motherfuckin' coffee
Get your cake up
Cuz I got motion and I'm ballin
Don't get shaped up
You know I keep the clippers on me
Please stop hatin'
YEAH
Now I feel like a motherfuckin
Kansas City Chief And I be callin' plays
So I guess im Andy Reid
A couple niggas Tyreek Hill
The way they switchin' teams
But shit, I'm Pat maHomes
The way my shit gon' ring I'm tryin' to catch my Vick
And leave his ass where he stay
He had balls over the net
Like a ping pong game
And now they at the candlelight
With tears on they face
I thought Uncle Clipper said
It aint no crying ina pink
Niggas get shot and find
God all of a sudden
Wasn't thinkin' bout the Bible
When he was out thuggin'
Just think of Sue Young n rush hour how
I'm comin' In other words
I'ma push the goddamn button
My OG told me to use
Two hands on the glock, it stabilize the wrist for better
Aim at the opps
And then he said you know
All you need is six shots
And I said nigga
Please den smacked da fifty ina wop

I get it out the mud
Like construction worker guys
I'm still out the gate
Like my key fob died
And they call my trap Rashid
Wallace in 05
Now that means niggas really
Know about the spot
I be with the young niggas
Causin' the commotion
Ain't the size of the boat
It's the motion of the ocean
Then I realized what they meant
Got some motherfuckin' motion
Now I got the biggest boat
In the motherfuckin' ocean
I ring a nigga bell
Like an early dismissal It feel hereditary
How I gave his ass the business
And now they at the funeral
Sad for the Christian The DJ playin
Them negro spirituals It sounded like
Tello A pharaoh
To let my people go
Well shit I got
Pesos Dineros
And I got eight balls for da Lo

Fuck with me Wah



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Writer(s): Bob Molly
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