[Pre-Chorus]
Allow it, allow it
Go let me plough it
Pull up in that Audi
I tell her I'm 'bout it
She wants to crown it
She licks all around it
Dip it in there, she gonna drown it
[Chorus]
Allow it, allow it, I came in the game
Next thing you know, nothing's the same
Allow it, allow it, I won't help with your pain
Breaking your neck like Bane
Allow it, allow it, I am a saint
That girl gonna faint
Allow it, allow it, allow it, allow it
I'm gonna fucking do it
Bitch you better fucking move it
If you can shake, you should prove it
Doing an 8 Mile, then lose it
This life, didn't choose it
[Verse 1]
Fuck what they got to say, I have a lot in bay
Sending our shots today, Fucking your thot today
They say crime doesn't pay, that's prolly 'cause they gay
'Cause I just copped a ring for the bae
She said she wants blankets so I grab all my cash, make it rain
We're not the same, you work in drains
I work in my chair, making music that sounds the same (Gee, Gee!)
I'm living my life like a game, it's pretty much like San Andrea'
I got my weight lifted right off of my chest like a crane
You should know that I'm not the one to blame
If it hurt, and it was another person
Then why would you blame it one me? (Skrt, woo, woo!)
They looking at me, filled with glee (Chi, chi!)
My music so cheesy that they call me a cracker with brie (Ay, ay!)
Listen G, if you're a lil' kid growing up who is just like me
Who wants to make it in this shit rap scene
Then all you have to do is diss the haters
And fuck Taylor Swift, you're not a creator
And I think I get the point with the hate comments
They say "I think we should let the hate commence"
So all you YouTube virgins, mate, go get bent
But fuck what y'all say, 'cause I'll come back better
And I won't wear my sweater
Instead I'll come with an AK wrapped round with cow's leather
'Cause I was always the quiet kid, who was always focused round treasure (Damn!)
Don't give a fuck 'bout your new album
I hope you O.D on Valium, you should take like a gallon
'Cause the world would be better without you disrupting our letters
They said that life would get better
But instead it aimed for my head, uh
Now I can't remember where this from but, Aunt Greta
My music is so sick, so you better write to me with get better!
Allow it, allow it
Go let me plough it
Pull up in that Audi
I tell her I'm 'bout it
She wants to crown it
She licks all around it
Dip it in there, she gonna drown it
[Chorus]
Allow it, allow it, I came in the game
Next thing you know, nothing's the same
Allow it, allow it, I won't help with your pain
Breaking your neck like Bane
Allow it, allow it, I am a saint
That girl gonna faint
Allow it, allow it, allow it, allow it
I'm gonna fucking do it
Bitch you better fucking move it
If you can shake, you should prove it
Doing an 8 Mile, then lose it
This life, didn't choose it
[Verse 1]
Fuck what they got to say, I have a lot in bay
Sending our shots today, Fucking your thot today
They say crime doesn't pay, that's prolly 'cause they gay
'Cause I just copped a ring for the bae
She said she wants blankets so I grab all my cash, make it rain
We're not the same, you work in drains
I work in my chair, making music that sounds the same (Gee, Gee!)
I'm living my life like a game, it's pretty much like San Andrea'
I got my weight lifted right off of my chest like a crane
You should know that I'm not the one to blame
If it hurt, and it was another person
Then why would you blame it one me? (Skrt, woo, woo!)
They looking at me, filled with glee (Chi, chi!)
My music so cheesy that they call me a cracker with brie (Ay, ay!)
Listen G, if you're a lil' kid growing up who is just like me
Who wants to make it in this shit rap scene
Then all you have to do is diss the haters
And fuck Taylor Swift, you're not a creator
And I think I get the point with the hate comments
They say "I think we should let the hate commence"
So all you YouTube virgins, mate, go get bent
But fuck what y'all say, 'cause I'll come back better
And I won't wear my sweater
Instead I'll come with an AK wrapped round with cow's leather
'Cause I was always the quiet kid, who was always focused round treasure (Damn!)
Don't give a fuck 'bout your new album
I hope you O.D on Valium, you should take like a gallon
'Cause the world would be better without you disrupting our letters
They said that life would get better
But instead it aimed for my head, uh
Now I can't remember where this from but, Aunt Greta
My music is so sick, so you better write to me with get better!
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