[Into]
Last, Last Last, na everybody go chop breakfast
Uh, oh, uh, oh
Best muhfuckin' rapper nigga
Live from the tour bus nigga, let's go
Let's go, they gotta show me
Shayo
[Verse]
You know it's baby nigga
Ain't the type, when niggas get to hating nigga, I let it faze me nigga
They gon' have to show me everytime
It ain't no playing with me
When I put a switch on every .9, you know it's staying with me
I squeeze this bitch like- (mm)
Nah nigga, matter of fact I'm off that
Momma said I'm hard headed, that's gon' be the soft head
Niggas saying "Baby ain't top 5 new school", who?
Name a nigga I can't out-rap
Keep it in the hand, I ain't never gotta cock-back
Lеave it on the read, whеn I give a nigga thot back
Do a freestyle, you be asking me to drop that
Lotta these other rap niggas ain't 'bout this shit
Keep it too real with niggas and that's what it is
I be whippin' around and shit
But I know it ain't no help for me so I stay
Far as I came from 'bout this shit
When the pressure came on, I said chill
Looked at my momma, you know I got this shit
You know you do what you want when you poppin'
And somebody go cut the fan on a heat, I get to heating up when I pop it
Tryna' make sure the rims don't scrap on the curb
It's hard leave, not with that phantom
Rolls Roys creeping up when I park it
Tryna keep it sweet, they left me unguarded
I ain't even eat on these niggas, hardly
Tryna keep it peaceful, but fuck it I'm starving nigga
Shit, So let's go
Last, Last Last, na everybody go chop breakfast
Uh, oh, uh, oh
Best muhfuckin' rapper nigga
Live from the tour bus nigga, let's go
Let's go, they gotta show me
Shayo
[Verse]
You know it's baby nigga
Ain't the type, when niggas get to hating nigga, I let it faze me nigga
They gon' have to show me everytime
It ain't no playing with me
When I put a switch on every .9, you know it's staying with me
I squeeze this bitch like- (mm)
Nah nigga, matter of fact I'm off that
Momma said I'm hard headed, that's gon' be the soft head
Niggas saying "Baby ain't top 5 new school", who?
Name a nigga I can't out-rap
Keep it in the hand, I ain't never gotta cock-back
Lеave it on the read, whеn I give a nigga thot back
Do a freestyle, you be asking me to drop that
Lotta these other rap niggas ain't 'bout this shit
Keep it too real with niggas and that's what it is
I be whippin' around and shit
But I know it ain't no help for me so I stay
Far as I came from 'bout this shit
When the pressure came on, I said chill
Looked at my momma, you know I got this shit
You know you do what you want when you poppin'
And somebody go cut the fan on a heat, I get to heating up when I pop it
Tryna' make sure the rims don't scrap on the curb
It's hard leave, not with that phantom
Rolls Roys creeping up when I park it
Tryna keep it sweet, they left me unguarded
I ain't even eat on these niggas, hardly
Tryna keep it peaceful, but fuck it I'm starving nigga
Shit, So let's go
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