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Uh, uh Hop out with drake and switches
Uh hop out wit drake and switches, hope out wit drake we hit em
This switchy hit em up so fast he ain't know that we hit em
He got his phone out thinkin' fast it ain't no takin' pictures
He got his phone out thinkin' fast it ain't no takin' pictures
Hop out and race uh nigga
Hop out and race uh nigga
Them niggas they be hoes like what you sayin' nigga
Hop out and we gon walk em down them bullets bakin' nigga
(Them bullets bakin' niggas)
Uh, yall already know how the fuck i'm comin'
Uh, it's me vs you up in this rap so how the hell you think i'm comin'
Me and OT smokin' trees ain't hearin' shit they get to dumpin'
I ain't gon bap yall keep it pushin' cause if yall step bitch we ain't runnin'
They keep it on just like an instrument these faggot keep em drummin'
We gotta lay low can't brag em in
These females keep on tappin' in
I'm fine jus like the hottest gen
Brodie pulled up in a bad lil benz
My lady keep me on my 10
Got blocked but i can't go again
I'm turnt and i'm the youngest in this bitch no ion do no friends
To much good up in my pockets why the hell yall think i'm saggin'
Told them hoes stay over there cause i can't deal with pretty ratchet
Find a beat and make it right hop in the booth and started rappin'
Hell nah don't got the same songs can't deal wit same and classic
You can't pull up walk in my shoes cause youn got that magic
Ain't got shit to know his head loose so why the fuck you cappin'
She keep talkin' i got mass moves but ion wanna clap it
I ain't the one to talk the most shit i be i make it happen
Bitch i'm on top cause i'm the one to stack my bands when i get loose
Cash out funny move i bet i stick my head straight out the coupe
Her brodie talkin' hot like i wont put my hands up fight wit dude
Try his best to be retarded he ain't no rapper he a fool bitch
We pop out sick as hell with clippers tryna fix his linin'
My nigga halk shit down foreal we pop out perfect timing
Slimy fuck we get though easy
Brodie pop em leave em greasy
Drop the hoe cause she to needy
Finger fuck a bitch can't please me
Baby we to smooth and i can't show you how my niggas moving
OT in the cut we knock him down and leave his dumb ass droolin'
This pussy talm bout he got guns but you don't never use it
Why the fuck they talkin' out they neck these niggas dumb confusing
Uh hop out wit drake and switches, hope out wit drake we hit em
This switchy hit em up so fast he ain't know that we hit em
He got his phone out thinkin' fast it ain't no takin' pictures
He got his phone out thinkin' fast it ain't no takin' pictures
Hop out and race uh nigga
Hop out and race uh nigga
Them niggas they be hoes like what you sayin' nigga
Hop out and we gon walk em down them bullets bakin' nigga
(Them bullets bakin' niggas)
Uh, yall already know how the fuck i'm comin'
Uh, it's me vs you up in this rap so how the hell you think i'm comin'
Me and OT smokin' trees ain't hearin' shit they get to dumpin'
I ain't gon bap yall keep it pushin' cause if yall step bitch we ain't runnin'
They keep it on just like an instrument these faggot keep em drummin'
We gotta lay low can't brag em in
These females keep on tappin' in
I'm fine jus like the hottest gen
Brodie pulled up in a bad lil benz
My lady keep me on my 10
Got blocked but i can't go again
I'm turnt and i'm the youngest in this bitch no ion do no friends
To much good up in my pockets why the hell yall think i'm saggin'
Told them hoes stay over there cause i can't deal with pretty ratchet
Find a beat and make it right hop in the booth and started rappin'
Hell nah don't got the same songs can't deal wit same and classic
You can't pull up walk in my shoes cause youn got that magic
Ain't got shit to know his head loose so why the fuck you cappin'
She keep talkin' i got mass moves but ion wanna clap it
I ain't the one to talk the most shit i be i make it happen
Bitch i'm on top cause i'm the one to stack my bands when i get loose
Cash out funny move i bet i stick my head straight out the coupe
Her brodie talkin' hot like i wont put my hands up fight wit dude
Try his best to be retarded he ain't no rapper he a fool bitch
We pop out sick as hell with clippers tryna fix his linin'
My nigga halk shit down foreal we pop out perfect timing
Slimy fuck we get though easy
Brodie pop em leave em greasy
Drop the hoe cause she to needy
Finger fuck a bitch can't please me
Baby we to smooth and i can't show you how my niggas moving
OT in the cut we knock him down and leave his dumb ass droolin'
This pussy talm bout he got guns but you don't never use it
Why the fuck they talkin' out they neck these niggas dumb confusing
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Writer(s): Zymeir Johnson
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