[Intro]
G-G-G-Get the fuck out
[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]
And now my hair got me lookin’ like the Versace Medusa
And if that offer ain’t higher than fifty racks you gone lose us
It might sound arrogant to ya but what’s a nigga to do
When all I got is my family and all they need is some loot
This isn’t no joke, this isn’t a game
I ain’t finna smile bitch this isn’t the Wayans
I pissed off some niggas this year I ain’t play’n
These niggas ain’t hearin’ no sorrys from me
And I hope that shit you be talkin’ is quality
‘Cause honestly, I’m proud to be
The one with the dick in your mouth, pause
Bring it back now it’s time to spray
Women and children gone witness
The king take the throne
I can see in the distance
I pull out my rifle my aim is relentless
I feel like I play for the ’91 Pistons
A bad boy bitch, we the champs now
Tell a bad bitch to come and take a damn bow
Bitch I won’t apologize
Awkward nigga y’all demise
Christmas finna Columbine
And suicide with concubines
Figured it would take five years
For me to get that paper up
Gives me four years to go dumb
And put my name on peoples tongue
See I think I’m John C. Reilly
Til’ I go in like Kakashi
Use that Sharingan to body
‘Til I’m higher than Hokages
I need hoes that look like Sade
All this stress gone get me sloppy
I clock in like this the lobby
Y’all ain’t working, fucking Tommy’s
G-G-G-Get the fuck out
[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]
And now my hair got me lookin’ like the Versace Medusa
And if that offer ain’t higher than fifty racks you gone lose us
It might sound arrogant to ya but what’s a nigga to do
When all I got is my family and all they need is some loot
This isn’t no joke, this isn’t a game
I ain’t finna smile bitch this isn’t the Wayans
I pissed off some niggas this year I ain’t play’n
These niggas ain’t hearin’ no sorrys from me
And I hope that shit you be talkin’ is quality
‘Cause honestly, I’m proud to be
The one with the dick in your mouth, pause
Bring it back now it’s time to spray
Women and children gone witness
The king take the throne
I can see in the distance
I pull out my rifle my aim is relentless
I feel like I play for the ’91 Pistons
A bad boy bitch, we the champs now
Tell a bad bitch to come and take a damn bow
Bitch I won’t apologize
Awkward nigga y’all demise
Christmas finna Columbine
And suicide with concubines
Figured it would take five years
For me to get that paper up
Gives me four years to go dumb
And put my name on peoples tongue
See I think I’m John C. Reilly
Til’ I go in like Kakashi
Use that Sharingan to body
‘Til I’m higher than Hokages
I need hoes that look like Sade
All this stress gone get me sloppy
I clock in like this the lobby
Y’all ain’t working, fucking Tommy’s
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