[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 1]
Treat this shit like a game, get on my level
High as fuck while you down, we do not settle
Watch me cook up the bars like it's hot metal
And I’m cold, you can tell I'm a cool fellow
Don't forget who go up like a pull lever
Make your bitch give me brain and she’s so clever
And I knock with the bass while you so treble
Eat my dick, you disgrace, hope it's all settled
In the chain of command and I still peddle
I'm a stone and you more like a small pebble
And I love how you mad like a small fellow
And you going out bad, that's on all levels
And I keep it one hunnid, I could keep it going and get in between like a marshmellow
When I leave, it's a drop like fall schedule
While I still make it pop like a hot kettle
[Bridge]
Where they at? I come to attack
I get 'em on wax, murder on tracks
Know-it-all facts, never no pass
Smokin' on packs, and we on fast
Gimme that, an unopen pack
We fill it with racks, I get in my bag
Keep gettin' you back, that quarterback sack
I feel ’em out stat, I’m peelin' out past
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 1]
Treat this shit like a game, get on my level
High as fuck while you down, we do not settle
Watch me cook up the bars like it's hot metal
And I’m cold, you can tell I'm a cool fellow
Don't forget who go up like a pull lever
Make your bitch give me brain and she’s so clever
And I knock with the bass while you so treble
Eat my dick, you disgrace, hope it's all settled
In the chain of command and I still peddle
I'm a stone and you more like a small pebble
And I love how you mad like a small fellow
And you going out bad, that's on all levels
And I keep it one hunnid, I could keep it going and get in between like a marshmellow
When I leave, it's a drop like fall schedule
While I still make it pop like a hot kettle
[Bridge]
Where they at? I come to attack
I get 'em on wax, murder on tracks
Know-it-all facts, never no pass
Smokin' on packs, and we on fast
Gimme that, an unopen pack
We fill it with racks, I get in my bag
Keep gettin' you back, that quarterback sack
I feel ’em out stat, I’m peelin' out past
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