Hold up, let me suit up Hoopers better get they loot up Neuter niggas on that court I play to win, this is my sport It's no debate, do not distort You wanna quit? Then yell "abort" Fuck who you call, hoe, call the Lord Hit it up once, then Audi 4, look You hear that mighty roar, why you lying for? You like Tommy Ford, you ain't ever had a job before Yeah, I'm mighty sure, I put the game on life support Boy, watch me work Look, you don't see these handles? Limbs on swim just like sea mammals I don't know him, I don't need no scandals That's on wax, I don't blow out candles
Coordinated the cadence which caffeinated the greatest Waking up all your favorite rappers, masterful with the phrasing Which orchestrated the haters to suck it or sit down If you funky, we get hella James Brown with the "get down" I hang with a dang conglomerate My word is bond, better honor it They astonished with all my wit How they can't see me Weekly, gotta see they optometrist This beat is real loud so it's in my wheelhouse That's bike shop, I put my own shit on suicide watch
Don't fuck up the bag No samples, no samples Don't fumble the racks No handles, no handles Don't fuck up the bag No samples, no samples Don't fumble the racks No handles, no handles
Man, I could hit threes from the bleachers I could flip keys like Alisher Y'all behind the keys on Tweeter like ("What you charge for the feature?") I could take charge like a leader Or cash by the stacks if it's fat, but you whack So I don't really wanna take either We don't do it 'less it's ether, I'ma kick back like it's FIFA Gimmie Cheech and Chong, got blunts so Nia Long Keep two peas we in a pod, what you trippin on? We can scrap like we in a shop, mothafucka, I'm the Gifted God We ping and pong, your whole rhythm's flawed And we back in alignment Get the bag, no consignment You need to step back with the @ on the chime in Before you get blocked like a lineman You a prom night hymen, broke, and I'm hot like the climate We like slow cookers to these onlookers You know all good things take timing Finna heat it up, might beef it up They need a cut of this rhyming Don't count me out when I'm in a bout You know pressure make them diamonds
Don't fuck up the bag No samples, no samples Don't fumble the racks No handles, no handles Don't fuck up the bag No samples, no samples Don't fumble the racks No handles, no handlesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
