[Intro]
Uh
It's recordin'?
It's recordin'?
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
It's been recordin'?
Bet, keep everything
Uh, let's go
Let's go, ayy
[Chorus]
I told a bitch I'm him, quit playin'
Tryna ride with a boss? Well, bitch, get in
Said I stay on the road like the Michelin Man
Put an M on your head like a Michigan fan
Ayy, I'm ballin' so hard, I might hoop when I land
I be ready to dump, I might shoot through my pants
Been on the block, boy, but we just shoot, we don't dance
If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass
[Verse 1]
Shoot my opp that suit, what you mean? That's a case
What that is in your pants? What you mean? This a Drac'
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas some apes
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas gorilla
Thirty racks on me, ridin' 'round with a killer
Big-ass bale same size as a pillow
Real ice on my neck, ho hug me and shiver
Poured an eight up in Austin, change the color of the river
Real Wock', I'll turn a bitch purple
Say I drip like a pastor, I'm servin' the ushers
Say she ain't gotta clock in, but I'm workin' her
Bitch, you ain't fuck when I was broke, shit personal
Hop out with two straps, feel like I'm Urkel
Ayy, hop out with two straps just like a dyke be
My niggas ballin', y'all niggas sideline, Spike Lee
Niggas act gangster, but sweeter than iced tea
Uh
It's recordin'?
It's recordin'?
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
It's been recordin'?
Bet, keep everything
Uh, let's go
Let's go, ayy
[Chorus]
I told a bitch I'm him, quit playin'
Tryna ride with a boss? Well, bitch, get in
Said I stay on the road like the Michelin Man
Put an M on your head like a Michigan fan
Ayy, I'm ballin' so hard, I might hoop when I land
I be ready to dump, I might shoot through my pants
Been on the block, boy, but we just shoot, we don't dance
If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass
[Verse 1]
Shoot my opp that suit, what you mean? That's a case
What that is in your pants? What you mean? This a Drac'
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas some apes
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas gorilla
Thirty racks on me, ridin' 'round with a killer
Big-ass bale same size as a pillow
Real ice on my neck, ho hug me and shiver
Poured an eight up in Austin, change the color of the river
Real Wock', I'll turn a bitch purple
Say I drip like a pastor, I'm servin' the ushers
Say she ain't gotta clock in, but I'm workin' her
Bitch, you ain't fuck when I was broke, shit personal
Hop out with two straps, feel like I'm Urkel
Ayy, hop out with two straps just like a dyke be
My niggas ballin', y'all niggas sideline, Spike Lee
Niggas act gangster, but sweeter than iced tea
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