[Round 1: Fettuccine 20]
I said, it depends on how he pull up
Either the .80 or the baby dumpin’
See, I could slump him when I wanna
He get a Chess round on the big stage
Now he can relate to the struggle and the come-up
I shook the room, and got to a higher platform
These niggas thought I was a jumper
Y’all think Bangz (bangs) over I (eye)?
Ain’t no tellin’ where I’ll leave ya (Aaliyah) when you see a 20 wit’ a .50
Nigga, Age Ain’t Nothin’ But a Number!
I grab the broom, it’s to clean house, but I ain’t tryna sweep
That stick’ll put Bangz (bangs) up on the ceiling, like
“Quiet down up there! We tryin’ to sleep!”
See, I’m Pharrell with these clips (Clipse)
Nigga, I ain’t got time to beef
I go the extra mile, it’s (Malice) to push a T (Pusha T)
I catch him while he tryna eat - BOW!
Now Bangz (bangs) all over the table like the “Grindin’” beat!
Halal truck! I cook him, on the corner
He get the mill’ (meal) in the street
Then I tuck the arm
Bumper cars: he wasn’t built for the streets!
But Ascension was a fuckin’ flop
Shit, I guess without me it ain’t feel right
That nigga Prep no-showed, Money Bagz got 30’d
Reepah did okay, but he ain’t finish the Deal right!
I already beat YK, I woulda killed Rich or Deal: I’m Real nice!
Animal hospital: I’d have had a vet holdin’ off for dear (deer) life!
I’m a killer and a pimp
That means I can get you sprayed wit’ hammers
Then make yo’ bitch slurp Fettuccine: she ain’t got no table manners
But he unorthodox, he punch awkward, he “not regular”
Well, they gon’ call the nurse or the docs
When I give him an awkward punch, he’ll knot regular
Or I could speak wit’ Glocks!
Layup line: this a easy shot
Yeah, Bangz is fuckin’ fire, but tonight, I just can’t let you (w)in, nigga - you don’t know the secret knock
Korean shop, we just hurry up and BAH!
We value mills (meals)
But your man caught a (quarter) pound for Soda, over a couple pies
Then 20 piece’ll hit your Chicken McN-
Fuck it - whoever he come with fries!
But the clip got a curve to it
When I light this bitch
It’ll lay you down, then stand you up like a lightskin bitch
But since he my son, it’s only right I pop him and give the dick to his mom
I catch him while he shoppin’, (*swoo*) swipe his shit at the mall
If it’s green involved, then my nigga Green gettin’ involved
It’s a wrap if he catch a Bedaffi round
He gon’ hate he (Haiti) got it gripped in his palm
And the ratchet on the side, bitch
She the best in the world
You get that TECs (text), it'll lay you facedown like you was next to your girl
But the gun big
After the kick, my man gotta catch me
Think I'm kiddin'? (Kid n') Play
Your bitch-
My bitch like a workout partner
She can spot a nigga liftin' weight
I'll run down on Bangz like, "Give it up. Nigga, pay."
If he don't, then that's obvious
That's how you turn armed robbery to a dead giveaway!
When it bangs, it's over...literally
It'll B(e) A end (N), G's
Clear all of your plans
'Cause the niggas behind me that root bear (beer) the worst for Soda
They'll put your dog on the can'
And don't say shit
Just stand there and get ripped apart
It's like L.A. basketball
I will lake a (Laker) nigga after the clip'll (Clipper) Spark
A chest shot is like you lost a close friend
That shit hit your heart
Or the headshot put his mind on somethin' else
I caught him driftin' off
So it ain't a debatable that 20 won (21)
Nigga, that shit clear
Just had to remind him of his place and then put him there
So while y'all cryin' about ranks, I'm like "Fuck them tiers (tears)"
'Cause as long as it starts wit' 20, nigga, it's my year
I said, it depends on how he pull up
Either the .80 or the baby dumpin’
See, I could slump him when I wanna
He get a Chess round on the big stage
Now he can relate to the struggle and the come-up
I shook the room, and got to a higher platform
These niggas thought I was a jumper
Y’all think Bangz (bangs) over I (eye)?
Ain’t no tellin’ where I’ll leave ya (Aaliyah) when you see a 20 wit’ a .50
Nigga, Age Ain’t Nothin’ But a Number!
I grab the broom, it’s to clean house, but I ain’t tryna sweep
That stick’ll put Bangz (bangs) up on the ceiling, like
“Quiet down up there! We tryin’ to sleep!”
See, I’m Pharrell with these clips (Clipse)
Nigga, I ain’t got time to beef
I go the extra mile, it’s (Malice) to push a T (Pusha T)
I catch him while he tryna eat - BOW!
Now Bangz (bangs) all over the table like the “Grindin’” beat!
Halal truck! I cook him, on the corner
He get the mill’ (meal) in the street
Then I tuck the arm
Bumper cars: he wasn’t built for the streets!
But Ascension was a fuckin’ flop
Shit, I guess without me it ain’t feel right
That nigga Prep no-showed, Money Bagz got 30’d
Reepah did okay, but he ain’t finish the Deal right!
I already beat YK, I woulda killed Rich or Deal: I’m Real nice!
Animal hospital: I’d have had a vet holdin’ off for dear (deer) life!
I’m a killer and a pimp
That means I can get you sprayed wit’ hammers
Then make yo’ bitch slurp Fettuccine: she ain’t got no table manners
But he unorthodox, he punch awkward, he “not regular”
Well, they gon’ call the nurse or the docs
When I give him an awkward punch, he’ll knot regular
Or I could speak wit’ Glocks!
Layup line: this a easy shot
Yeah, Bangz is fuckin’ fire, but tonight, I just can’t let you (w)in, nigga - you don’t know the secret knock
Korean shop, we just hurry up and BAH!
We value mills (meals)
But your man caught a (quarter) pound for Soda, over a couple pies
Then 20 piece’ll hit your Chicken McN-
Fuck it - whoever he come with fries!
But the clip got a curve to it
When I light this bitch
It’ll lay you down, then stand you up like a lightskin bitch
But since he my son, it’s only right I pop him and give the dick to his mom
I catch him while he shoppin’, (*swoo*) swipe his shit at the mall
If it’s green involved, then my nigga Green gettin’ involved
It’s a wrap if he catch a Bedaffi round
He gon’ hate he (Haiti) got it gripped in his palm
And the ratchet on the side, bitch
She the best in the world
You get that TECs (text), it'll lay you facedown like you was next to your girl
But the gun big
After the kick, my man gotta catch me
Think I'm kiddin'? (Kid n') Play
Your bitch-
My bitch like a workout partner
She can spot a nigga liftin' weight
I'll run down on Bangz like, "Give it up. Nigga, pay."
If he don't, then that's obvious
That's how you turn armed robbery to a dead giveaway!
When it bangs, it's over...literally
It'll B(e) A end (N), G's
Clear all of your plans
'Cause the niggas behind me that root bear (beer) the worst for Soda
They'll put your dog on the can'
And don't say shit
Just stand there and get ripped apart
It's like L.A. basketball
I will lake a (Laker) nigga after the clip'll (Clipper) Spark
A chest shot is like you lost a close friend
That shit hit your heart
Or the headshot put his mind on somethin' else
I caught him driftin' off
So it ain't a debatable that 20 won (21)
Nigga, that shit clear
Just had to remind him of his place and then put him there
So while y'all cryin' about ranks, I'm like "Fuck them tiers (tears)"
'Cause as long as it starts wit' 20, nigga, it's my year
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