BackOff!
Imma start to spit the heat
Smoking only top shelf weed
Got my homies on these streets
Flowing on that dope ass beat
On repeat (yeah)
I'm just getting started
Too much dope imma get retarded
Chilling on the block only guarded
Got too many hoes y'all are garbage
Start the beef imma turn to carnage
Flow so smooth, call it a mirage
Hustle hard, stacking up the carriage
Breaking through the barricade
Chasing opps, never getting swayed
Renegade (yeah)
I'm the breathtaker, moneymaker
Come from the grave like undertaker
No time for those goofies
Need to count my paper (paper)
Everything real, ain't no faker
When I die, I die lit
Start a streak, hit after hit
I could never quit
Everyday hunger games in the crib
Trappers Alley, Boldy James
I smoke the jib
Cash out with my money bands
Call Mr. Hands
Living in Dogtown, city of crime
Yeah i'm smoking g for g
I don't got much time like V
Imma start to spit the heat
Smoking only top shelf weed
Got my homies on these streets
Flowing on that dope ass beat
On repeat (yeah)
I'm just getting started
Too much dope imma get retarded
Chilling on the block only guarded
Got too many hoes y'all are garbage
Start the beef imma turn to carnage
Flow so smooth, call it a mirage
Hustle hard, stacking up the carriage
Breaking through the barricade
Chasing opps, never getting swayed
Renegade (yeah)
Chilling with the gang
Smoking straight up gas
Rolling in the Benz
You's a fucking fan (fan)
Bitch we got a plan (ay)
Gang, gang
We gon' rob your hood
Getting money like we should
Beat your brothers good
Ay, ay (gang, gang)
Selling all that cali packs
Counting all those money racks
If you wanna start a fight
I would fucking break your neck
With a baseball bat
Imma get you bad (get you bad)
If I kill your mama
Who gon' tell you that? (tell you that)
If you lie,that's it! (that's it)
All black my outfit (outfit)
When I spit, it's straight fire
Collecting cash is what I desire
I should hire employees
I be the employer
These are their rights
Call a lawyer
If you don't like what I offer
Let's get started
I'm going retarded
I'm fucking with models
While beeing awarded
They can't hold me back
I'll be pushing forward
I'm keeping my gun
Cause bitch i'm a warlord
Tactical mindset
Got shooters on corners
You know what's on my mind
Please detective, rewind
This camera captured crazy crimes
Catch me another time
Smoking only top shelf weed
Got my homies on these streets
Flowing on that dope ass beat
On repeat (yeah)
I'm just getting started
Too much dope imma get retarded
Chilling on the block only guarded
Got too many hoes y'all are garbage
Start the beef imma turn to carnage
Flow so smooth, call it a mirage
Hustle hard, stacking up the carriage
Breaking through the barricade
Chasing opps, never getting swayed
Renegade (yeah)
I'm the breathtaker, moneymaker
Come from the grave like undertaker
No time for those goofies
Need to count my paper (paper)
Everything real, ain't no faker
When I die, I die lit
Start a streak, hit after hit
I could never quit
Everyday hunger games in the crib
Trappers Alley, Boldy James
I smoke the jib
Cash out with my money bands
Call Mr. Hands
Living in Dogtown, city of crime
Yeah i'm smoking g for g
I don't got much time like V
Imma start to spit the heat
Smoking only top shelf weed
Got my homies on these streets
Flowing on that dope ass beat
On repeat (yeah)
I'm just getting started
Too much dope imma get retarded
Chilling on the block only guarded
Got too many hoes y'all are garbage
Start the beef imma turn to carnage
Flow so smooth, call it a mirage
Hustle hard, stacking up the carriage
Breaking through the barricade
Chasing opps, never getting swayed
Renegade (yeah)
Chilling with the gang
Smoking straight up gas
Rolling in the Benz
You's a fucking fan (fan)
Bitch we got a plan (ay)
Gang, gang
We gon' rob your hood
Getting money like we should
Beat your brothers good
Ay, ay (gang, gang)
Selling all that cali packs
Counting all those money racks
If you wanna start a fight
I would fucking break your neck
With a baseball bat
Imma get you bad (get you bad)
If I kill your mama
Who gon' tell you that? (tell you that)
If you lie,that's it! (that's it)
All black my outfit (outfit)
When I spit, it's straight fire
Collecting cash is what I desire
I should hire employees
I be the employer
These are their rights
Call a lawyer
If you don't like what I offer
Let's get started
I'm going retarded
I'm fucking with models
While beeing awarded
They can't hold me back
I'll be pushing forward
I'm keeping my gun
Cause bitch i'm a warlord
Tactical mindset
Got shooters on corners
You know what's on my mind
Please detective, rewind
This camera captured crazy crimes
Catch me another time
Credits
Writer(s): Hannes Heßel, Luke Konert, Malte Schleg, Sören Gräbedünkel
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