[Luh Tyler] Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah Zee, zee, phew (Xair, lemme get that motherfucker) Yeah, skee, yeah Yo' bitch jumping on my trail, bitch, get off my meat Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah Phew, phew, skee
[Luh Tyler] I don't really like to talk, no, I don't wanna speak Yo' bitch jumping on my trail, bitch, get off my meat I was down bad, now, I'm back up on my feet You ain't got a bag, nigga, you can't get a feat' Got your bitch tryna kick it like she Bruce Lee She just want me for that bag, you can't use me You ain't tryna get no motion, nigga, you sleep Came through sliding with L.O.E. Shimmy, we just two deep We be staying out the way, nigga, we don't beef And yo' bitch fuckin' with me, say she likе my teeth I'ma gorilla in the coupe like I'm Chiеf Keef (Skrt, skrt) Nigga blew up in this rap, you in disbelief (What the fuck?) Take yo' bitch and beat her down like she was my child (Yeah) And yo' bitch gon' wanna fuck when she see my smile (Nigga, yeah) Nigga know we dripped out, we stepping out in style (That's fosho) Some of my niggas from the jungle, yeah, they living wild Some of my niggas from the jungle, yeah, they living crazy I am not no Justin Bieber, bitch can't be my baby When we poppin' out, you better hide your lady Smoking Za and sipping drank, got me moving lazy Smoking Za and sipping drank, got my eyes low We passing through the school zone, you better ride slow And we brought that ticket up, I need 'bout five more When a nigga get that check then it's time to go Man, yo' bitch gon' hit her knees when she see that 20 If you talking 'bout that cheese, nigga, I got plenty Bad bitch, she out the city, pull up to Kissimmee Swerving in a coupe, nigga, me and Shimmy
[L.O.E. Shimmy] When it come to moving pigeons, countin' chicken, I got plenty If you want a bowl of [?], meet me at the Denny's I just need a Perc, a line of Wok', I don't want no Henny We in Tally, hope I don't get stopped with this dirty semi I might rock Balenci', I don't rock no Fendi Louie loafers wrapped in crocodile, won't even crack a smile Streets done did me dirty, hurt me, momma look how they did your child (Look how they did me momma) Send shit to the sky, I don't even lie, better check my fye (On God) Uh, better not try and touch my pendant Zombieland, I'm big lieutenant Niggas tryna doubt like I ain't the one, I'm startin' to feel offended Why he keep the beef? Just tryna hop on any beat and shred it Pull up on the side of that car and frr, someone called a medic Ran up all this guap, I'm finna hit the top, just watch how I said it I'm still pushing loads, got 17 bowls in here like JJ Reddick Thought I was done but I'm still going in, this shit don't end If that work don't lock up with that wrist then put your shoulder in If that shit ain't purple when I piss then go ahead and pour again If that rap don't work out, how I think back to that stroll againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
