[Intro]
Look, hold tight Nocturnal on this one yeah?
It's way too fucked, it's way too fucked, I swear to God
Don't get the intro twisted I swear, look
Watch, look, where we going? Yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm taking over now
Been in the game since 2-3 October now
I'm fucking it up, listen to over now
I'm setting the pace, how they gonna slow me down?
Look, it's over clown, I got the skippiest flows in town
Plus, them niggas can't fuck with my wordplay
I switch it back, DJ bring it back, why?
'cos I ain't even wrote this down
Yes, I've been blessed with a potent sound
I'm not alike the rest
I'm something like the best
You ain't ever heard nothing like me yet
Bring anyone I bet money, live will set
Your honey sticking like honey, nice and wet
Don't lie, you would like to be Ghetts
Girls love when I'm life in effect
They can't wait to see me live in the flesh
Even though I cannot afford no diamond baguettes
I don't lie, slightly you're vexed
I can see it in your eyes and your neck
I'm like, come on dog, your wife is a pest
Just being a guy makes me a threat
Just seeking advice can make me inject
Just being a wife or maybe a friend
That's maybe a sket
And I'ma do something I maybe regret
Later in life, but you know what's popping off later tonight
Sex, wanna wet her but maybe depress
Yes, I watch your baby undress
And it don't take much to make me erect
And still I don't know her name and her address
But I know that that's your bitch
Don't tell me that's your whip
The same whip in which I lashed your chick
You rets when I do skets
I don't wanna catch your shit
You're dumb, in fact you're thick
Played at your own game, pack your shit
No game, but I'm not a no-name, I'm an artist
Got an advantage
Burning hot, you ain't got no flame
I'm black, you're blick
Plus you're on crack, you're sick
I don't care if you pack a 45th
Or you clapped your stick
Carry on chat more shit and I'ma slap your lips
Take a phone, dash your chip
You're just like Bashy
You don't know if you should act or spit
I'm back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Look, hold tight Nocturnal on this one yeah?
It's way too fucked, it's way too fucked, I swear to God
Don't get the intro twisted I swear, look
Watch, look, where we going? Yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm taking over now
Been in the game since 2-3 October now
I'm fucking it up, listen to over now
I'm setting the pace, how they gonna slow me down?
Look, it's over clown, I got the skippiest flows in town
Plus, them niggas can't fuck with my wordplay
I switch it back, DJ bring it back, why?
'cos I ain't even wrote this down
Yes, I've been blessed with a potent sound
I'm not alike the rest
I'm something like the best
You ain't ever heard nothing like me yet
Bring anyone I bet money, live will set
Your honey sticking like honey, nice and wet
Don't lie, you would like to be Ghetts
Girls love when I'm life in effect
They can't wait to see me live in the flesh
Even though I cannot afford no diamond baguettes
I don't lie, slightly you're vexed
I can see it in your eyes and your neck
I'm like, come on dog, your wife is a pest
Just being a guy makes me a threat
Just seeking advice can make me inject
Just being a wife or maybe a friend
That's maybe a sket
And I'ma do something I maybe regret
Later in life, but you know what's popping off later tonight
Sex, wanna wet her but maybe depress
Yes, I watch your baby undress
And it don't take much to make me erect
And still I don't know her name and her address
But I know that that's your bitch
Don't tell me that's your whip
The same whip in which I lashed your chick
You rets when I do skets
I don't wanna catch your shit
You're dumb, in fact you're thick
Played at your own game, pack your shit
No game, but I'm not a no-name, I'm an artist
Got an advantage
Burning hot, you ain't got no flame
I'm black, you're blick
Plus you're on crack, you're sick
I don't care if you pack a 45th
Or you clapped your stick
Carry on chat more shit and I'ma slap your lips
Take a phone, dash your chip
You're just like Bashy
You don't know if you should act or spit
I'm back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
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