Axel Speaks
Like literally, are niggas lit?
Is that why it happens?
Why does it go up with niggas?
Because we make it lit
Why are we lit?
Everybody get the lit famous
Everybody get the lit stuff up for black people and shit
Because niggas is littest?
Are we the littest?
You know what I mean?
We the littest
We the swaggiest and all of that
Chris Wallace on the charts, that's a big hit
Real talk, I don't do loosies less the cig's lit
Niggas watch the moves without a Fitbit
These cosigns got me off on a tangent
That's some trick shit
Got us locked in once we dignified the handshake
Universal status soon to cover every landscape
What's up with the boys, peep the mandate
AC how a nigga plays it safe with his fan base
I do it for the haves and the have nots
I do it for them days on the laptop
I do it for the broads who ain't pass shots
Back on the blacktop till I had them cash spots
Now I'm living swell in the name, ringing bells
Play to win, word to Damien
I give him hell, rocking over beats on FL
I'm a seminal, life story slowing over wax
As the record goes
I don't wanna pop the clutch in Mercedes
I just wanna pop your ex and go crazy
I don't wanna meet your moms or your dad
I just wanna see the box and Dame Dash, yo
I don't wanna pop the clutch in Mercedes
I just wanna pop your ex and go crazy
I don't wanna meet your moms or your dad
I just wanna see the box and Dame Dash on the record though
They talk a lot of shit, but it's incoherent
I'm making moves, taking over, and it's so apparent
Flow nicer than grandparents, you can't stand it
You got fickle fans, little man, and they all vanished
And you know I play to win
If it's food for thought, then I'm catering
If you got a problem, you should say it then
Got the fresher soda, heart colder than Minnesota
And we're known from Delaware to Pensacola
Your bitch loving all my photos too
Kick it in Atlanta, cause you know my young ho cool
And I'm on the interstate going 102
Can't take my shine away, cause sun won't move
And you know we stay winning, so I got these niggas jealous
Cause we got their girlfriends, tell me where the Ellis
They ain't trying to give me credit, but I'm pre-approved
That's why I'm in the mouth like a feeding tube
I don't wanna pop the clutch in Mercedes
I just wanna pop your ex and go crazy
I don't wanna meet your moms or your dad
I just wanna see the box and then dash, yo
I don't wanna pop the clutch in Mercedes
I just wanna pop your ex and go crazy
I don't wanna meet your moms or your dad
I just wanna see the box and Dame Dash on the record
Though
Is that why it happens?
Why does it go up with niggas?
Because we make it lit
Why are we lit?
Everybody get the lit famous
Everybody get the lit stuff up for black people and shit
Because niggas is littest?
Are we the littest?
You know what I mean?
We the littest
We the swaggiest and all of that
Chris Wallace on the charts, that's a big hit
Real talk, I don't do loosies less the cig's lit
Niggas watch the moves without a Fitbit
These cosigns got me off on a tangent
That's some trick shit
Got us locked in once we dignified the handshake
Universal status soon to cover every landscape
What's up with the boys, peep the mandate
AC how a nigga plays it safe with his fan base
I do it for the haves and the have nots
I do it for them days on the laptop
I do it for the broads who ain't pass shots
Back on the blacktop till I had them cash spots
Now I'm living swell in the name, ringing bells
Play to win, word to Damien
I give him hell, rocking over beats on FL
I'm a seminal, life story slowing over wax
As the record goes
I don't wanna pop the clutch in Mercedes
I just wanna pop your ex and go crazy
I don't wanna meet your moms or your dad
I just wanna see the box and Dame Dash, yo
I don't wanna pop the clutch in Mercedes
I just wanna pop your ex and go crazy
I don't wanna meet your moms or your dad
I just wanna see the box and Dame Dash on the record though
They talk a lot of shit, but it's incoherent
I'm making moves, taking over, and it's so apparent
Flow nicer than grandparents, you can't stand it
You got fickle fans, little man, and they all vanished
And you know I play to win
If it's food for thought, then I'm catering
If you got a problem, you should say it then
Got the fresher soda, heart colder than Minnesota
And we're known from Delaware to Pensacola
Your bitch loving all my photos too
Kick it in Atlanta, cause you know my young ho cool
And I'm on the interstate going 102
Can't take my shine away, cause sun won't move
And you know we stay winning, so I got these niggas jealous
Cause we got their girlfriends, tell me where the Ellis
They ain't trying to give me credit, but I'm pre-approved
That's why I'm in the mouth like a feeding tube
I don't wanna pop the clutch in Mercedes
I just wanna pop your ex and go crazy
I don't wanna meet your moms or your dad
I just wanna see the box and then dash, yo
I don't wanna pop the clutch in Mercedes
I just wanna pop your ex and go crazy
I don't wanna meet your moms or your dad
I just wanna see the box and Dame Dash on the record
Though
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