[Intro]
T!
Where Hoody at?
No Ceilings
[Verse 1]
Woo, one xan, one xan, one xan, lord, I'm tryna cut back
Hold up, hold up, where my cup at? My bitch got that comeback
Woo, real one from the jump, man, I'm killing the Jumpman
I ain't got no ceilings, no need to look up, man (uh-uh)
AK, AK, AK, street-sweeper, no dustpan (bap-bap)
Been a stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam (bap-bap)
Stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam
On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb, man
Yeah, this one for the duff-bag
Yeah, this for where I'm from at
Yeah, my goons break in your house like BruhMan
Yeah; click-clack
Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam
Shh... silence on the gun, I go Silence of the Lamb
Ooh I'm up man, up man, them Viagras got me up, man
And we pull up, man up and dump and dump and dump then scrrram
Screech! The harder I fall, the farther I reach
The water might fall, but life is a beach
When my number’s called, I get out my seat
When my niggas ball, I give em my speech
You might hit a wall, or end up like me
You might have to crawl, but get up like me
And you bite before bark, never I before we
And you pray before eating and you lay with your heat
And you stay with your heat and you lay on your mink
Bitches lay at your feet and you play with your kids
You don’t play with these niggas, don’t play on these streets
I don’t play on these beats, I don’t play bout my money
You heard what I say, no replay, no repeat
Don’t be playing with me, don’t be playing with we
I don’t play with no Wii, I’m OK, I’m OG
I’m O.J. on these beats, I OD on these beats
I'm M-O-B-B-B-B on these streets
Say what you say, you don’t be on these streets
Cause if we see you, it’s on S-I-G-H-T
Belie'e that, Tunechi
T!
Where Hoody at?
No Ceilings
[Verse 1]
Woo, one xan, one xan, one xan, lord, I'm tryna cut back
Hold up, hold up, where my cup at? My bitch got that comeback
Woo, real one from the jump, man, I'm killing the Jumpman
I ain't got no ceilings, no need to look up, man (uh-uh)
AK, AK, AK, street-sweeper, no dustpan (bap-bap)
Been a stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam (bap-bap)
Stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam
On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb, man
Yeah, this one for the duff-bag
Yeah, this for where I'm from at
Yeah, my goons break in your house like BruhMan
Yeah; click-clack
Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam
Shh... silence on the gun, I go Silence of the Lamb
Ooh I'm up man, up man, them Viagras got me up, man
And we pull up, man up and dump and dump and dump then scrrram
Screech! The harder I fall, the farther I reach
The water might fall, but life is a beach
When my number’s called, I get out my seat
When my niggas ball, I give em my speech
You might hit a wall, or end up like me
You might have to crawl, but get up like me
And you bite before bark, never I before we
And you pray before eating and you lay with your heat
And you stay with your heat and you lay on your mink
Bitches lay at your feet and you play with your kids
You don’t play with these niggas, don’t play on these streets
I don’t play on these beats, I don’t play bout my money
You heard what I say, no replay, no repeat
Don’t be playing with me, don’t be playing with we
I don’t play with no Wii, I’m OK, I’m OG
I’m O.J. on these beats, I OD on these beats
I'm M-O-B-B-B-B on these streets
Say what you say, you don’t be on these streets
Cause if we see you, it’s on S-I-G-H-T
Belie'e that, Tunechi
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