MR. FANTASTIC
Two
Ayo Stealy turn me up
Ha ha ha Yeah
In the booth I turn a beast yeah
Carhartt only,
Ain't no 1000 dollar Tee's huh
God keep me humble
Still got thousand dollar teeth tho
Told her that I rap before i hit
Must be a cheatcode
Only time I'm outta town
Is when I'm overseas nigga
I don't need no bitch
Feel like Its 95 degrees homie
You ain't got no hoes for real
I heard you just a creep homie
I can't lose my cool
I knock a n**** out like Creed homie
Yeah, Two
Told them a little while ago
That friendly shit Is over with
If I get a bag, I buy a crib and get It over with
I don't fuck with pussy niggas
I do not get on wit them yeah
Ha ha ha
Say she tryna hit
I told lil momma get It over with
Call me ghostbuster
How I bust before I ghost the bitch
They know two a different breed
He prolly got some goat In him
Yeah smoking got me
Higher than a penthouse
I was getting my hands dirty
Trying to get It out the mud
I was getting packs In
I ain't even call the plug
I was doing drastic shit for elastics
Huh, Shooting for the stars
Orlando Magic huh
Got a bad bitch, Mr fantastic huh
Got a hood bitch, I call her ratchet yeah
She got real body, bitch ain't no plastic yeah
I ain't Joe baby, bitch I'm not average yeah
Make a hoe water, something like Atlantis
Keep a whole lotta bread where my pants is
I like pink pussy like my name Francis
Twenty-two
That's two times me
Bitch It's my time
Thirty-two Think we sendin shots
Cause we got F&N
Forty-two Make an average hoe look like Ice Spice
Number two, Still I'm top one,
Bitch It's STN
Thousand dollars in my teeth
Momma think I'm selling dope
On the block, one shot
Big shot, big bag ain't no ziplock
Dripped out, Big fur out the thrift-shop
Homie call the cops
In the booth I turn a beast
Carhartt only ain't no thousand dollar tee's
God keep me humble
Still got thousand dollar teeth tho
Told her that I rap before I hit
must be a cheatcode
Only time I'm outta town
Is when I'm overseas nigga
I don't need no bitch
Feel like It's 95 degrees homie
You ain't got no hoes for real
I Heard you just a creep homie
I can't lose my cool
I knock a nigga out like
Ayo Stealy turn me up
Ha ha ha Yeah
In the booth I turn a beast yeah
Carhartt only,
Ain't no 1000 dollar Tee's huh
God keep me humble
Still got thousand dollar teeth tho
Told her that I rap before i hit
Must be a cheatcode
Only time I'm outta town
Is when I'm overseas nigga
I don't need no bitch
Feel like Its 95 degrees homie
You ain't got no hoes for real
I heard you just a creep homie
I can't lose my cool
I knock a n**** out like Creed homie
Yeah, Two
Told them a little while ago
That friendly shit Is over with
If I get a bag, I buy a crib and get It over with
I don't fuck with pussy niggas
I do not get on wit them yeah
Ha ha ha
Say she tryna hit
I told lil momma get It over with
Call me ghostbuster
How I bust before I ghost the bitch
They know two a different breed
He prolly got some goat In him
Yeah smoking got me
Higher than a penthouse
I was getting my hands dirty
Trying to get It out the mud
I was getting packs In
I ain't even call the plug
I was doing drastic shit for elastics
Huh, Shooting for the stars
Orlando Magic huh
Got a bad bitch, Mr fantastic huh
Got a hood bitch, I call her ratchet yeah
She got real body, bitch ain't no plastic yeah
I ain't Joe baby, bitch I'm not average yeah
Make a hoe water, something like Atlantis
Keep a whole lotta bread where my pants is
I like pink pussy like my name Francis
Twenty-two
That's two times me
Bitch It's my time
Thirty-two Think we sendin shots
Cause we got F&N
Forty-two Make an average hoe look like Ice Spice
Number two, Still I'm top one,
Bitch It's STN
Thousand dollars in my teeth
Momma think I'm selling dope
On the block, one shot
Big shot, big bag ain't no ziplock
Dripped out, Big fur out the thrift-shop
Homie call the cops
In the booth I turn a beast
Carhartt only ain't no thousand dollar tee's
God keep me humble
Still got thousand dollar teeth tho
Told her that I rap before I hit
must be a cheatcode
Only time I'm outta town
Is when I'm overseas nigga
I don't need no bitch
Feel like It's 95 degrees homie
You ain't got no hoes for real
I Heard you just a creep homie
I can't lose my cool
I knock a nigga out like
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