Special Occasion (feat. 10kdubb)
Huh, Huh, Cmon, sh, shh,
I broke the peel down, Then stuffed it in a capsule
Niggas spin 1 Time now they sliders White Castle
You can't hit that block with me if you a casual, Niggas got they hand out man everyday they tryna ask you. (Huh)
He punched in to diss me!? Guess he ain't never clocking out, we boxed him in at the stu, man we was tryna box em out.
He ain't been rapping for a minute cause, Cuz ass ina pouch (Huh, Rip)
I been tweaking on this bitch, I ah hit that gas pedal, Leave it stinking in this bitch
Say "240" on the dash I get to speedin
Lil bitch want a lace front but she got feed-ins
Nigga I use Vaseline, to break it down n stuff the weed in
Ion kiss ass I'm #1, bitch ion need friends
Im posted up, ah hit yo block, or play the game got 3 plans
Leave my phone up at the crib before I slide for reasons, i'm really tryna kill a nigga, my bitch think I'm cheating.
Brodie asked me for a bar, say ion kno, he feining
Thru a zen up on my gen, I tap it once, I'm greening, STOP!
The shit I talk, I live it in my blood it's factual
Add a beanie to that count, then pass it back to you, oh you want baseball sex? I puff the wood, start batting you
I shot the FN with Glocky clip, this shit was even compatible
If I ain't have the bag, I'm DIY, the fuck I look like asking you?
N I'm like what all these niggas hoes, man all these niggas pussy
Count it up, say all my niggas pros, N all yo niggas rookies
N keep yo hands to yourself, gone knock you off just if you push me
Real nice you ain't no bully, all my niggas toating fullys, oh you the beanie man? I popped the beanie man shot at his skully
I'm like damn I know I'm great man you can't tell me what I would be
I'm like damn I know I'm great man you can't tell me what I should be
Yeah we got big sticks n tackle niggas like it's rugby
This ain't no game I pop out with flames I'm shooting like it's PUBG
Catch a opp in traffic guessin he ain't notice me
(he ain't notice) I'm on feet btc we hoppin out that V (outta here)
It's summer time let the wolves out we all tryna feast
You broke asl wit no pape but u out here tryna beef (tryna beef)
Up that .40 out the window tryna make sure he don't speak (he don't speak)
I'm the nigga wit that golden luxury shout out the Priest(shout out the priest)
She a groupie hoe so she just wanna treat (Dog bitch)
He upped his pole he ain't do it fast enough and he got beat (dumbass)
Why these niggas be dick suckin like these hoes I think they sweet
Catch a opp in traffic shit get tragic put his ass to sleep (put him to bed)
This that real 72 shit, bitch I'm part of the elite (I'm one of dem)
Yea u talkin a lil sum but u gotta show me talkin cheap (nigga)
Once we say yo ass cooked yo ass done obsolete yo ass a goofy u is not my man's Ian giving no feat
Watch what you say know the gang be creeping know this shii get steep (this shii get deep)
We just tapped in wit yo man's they say you never been no tweak
Ain't never cared about them niggas that's just some that she can keep (know she can have em)
You want some pape you gotta take dat risk, so I just took the leap (took the leap)
I know niggas I knew since kindergarten shout out my nigga leek (my nigga leek)
Pull up to 6 we onna way dt we hella deep
I broke the peel down, Then stuffed it in a capsule
Niggas spin 1 Time now they sliders White Castle
You can't hit that block with me if you a casual, Niggas got they hand out man everyday they tryna ask you. (Huh)
He punched in to diss me!? Guess he ain't never clocking out, we boxed him in at the stu, man we was tryna box em out.
He ain't been rapping for a minute cause, Cuz ass ina pouch (Huh, Rip)
I been tweaking on this bitch, I ah hit that gas pedal, Leave it stinking in this bitch
Say "240" on the dash I get to speedin
Lil bitch want a lace front but she got feed-ins
Nigga I use Vaseline, to break it down n stuff the weed in
Ion kiss ass I'm #1, bitch ion need friends
Im posted up, ah hit yo block, or play the game got 3 plans
Leave my phone up at the crib before I slide for reasons, i'm really tryna kill a nigga, my bitch think I'm cheating.
Brodie asked me for a bar, say ion kno, he feining
Thru a zen up on my gen, I tap it once, I'm greening, STOP!
The shit I talk, I live it in my blood it's factual
Add a beanie to that count, then pass it back to you, oh you want baseball sex? I puff the wood, start batting you
I shot the FN with Glocky clip, this shit was even compatible
If I ain't have the bag, I'm DIY, the fuck I look like asking you?
N I'm like what all these niggas hoes, man all these niggas pussy
Count it up, say all my niggas pros, N all yo niggas rookies
N keep yo hands to yourself, gone knock you off just if you push me
Real nice you ain't no bully, all my niggas toating fullys, oh you the beanie man? I popped the beanie man shot at his skully
I'm like damn I know I'm great man you can't tell me what I would be
I'm like damn I know I'm great man you can't tell me what I should be
Yeah we got big sticks n tackle niggas like it's rugby
This ain't no game I pop out with flames I'm shooting like it's PUBG
Catch a opp in traffic guessin he ain't notice me
(he ain't notice) I'm on feet btc we hoppin out that V (outta here)
It's summer time let the wolves out we all tryna feast
You broke asl wit no pape but u out here tryna beef (tryna beef)
Up that .40 out the window tryna make sure he don't speak (he don't speak)
I'm the nigga wit that golden luxury shout out the Priest(shout out the priest)
She a groupie hoe so she just wanna treat (Dog bitch)
He upped his pole he ain't do it fast enough and he got beat (dumbass)
Why these niggas be dick suckin like these hoes I think they sweet
Catch a opp in traffic shit get tragic put his ass to sleep (put him to bed)
This that real 72 shit, bitch I'm part of the elite (I'm one of dem)
Yea u talkin a lil sum but u gotta show me talkin cheap (nigga)
Once we say yo ass cooked yo ass done obsolete yo ass a goofy u is not my man's Ian giving no feat
Watch what you say know the gang be creeping know this shii get steep (this shii get deep)
We just tapped in wit yo man's they say you never been no tweak
Ain't never cared about them niggas that's just some that she can keep (know she can have em)
You want some pape you gotta take dat risk, so I just took the leap (took the leap)
I know niggas I knew since kindergarten shout out my nigga leek (my nigga leek)
Pull up to 6 we onna way dt we hella deep
Credits
Writer(s): J A Y Y A
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