
Used To Look Up To You Nick Cannon
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[Intro]
Hollywood Bangerz
Never thought I'd see the day when you talk like a fuckin' punk
Fuck you, man
Yo, chill
No, fuck chill
You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know you there to take them out
Any time you feel like it
You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner
Get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to
Otherwise, you ain't shit
You might as well be dead your damn self
Tryna tell me I ain't shit?
I ain't tryna tell you shit
I'll tell your mama you ain't shit
[Chorus]
If I was a shorty, I wouldn't look up to y'all niggas, ayy
Whole lot of fu' fuck shit, I can't fuck with y'all niggas, ayy
My loyalty run deep, just know I'm stuck with my niggas
You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my niggas, ayy
I've been dealing with problem after problem
How you his artist, ain't starvin'?
I know you shot before a target
Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall
Turn up on 'em like I'm off a molly
Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy
Fuck 'em all, no condom
Fuck it, I'll never say sorry
Hollywood Bangerz
Never thought I'd see the day when you talk like a fuckin' punk
Fuck you, man
Yo, chill
No, fuck chill
You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know you there to take them out
Any time you feel like it
You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner
Get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to
Otherwise, you ain't shit
You might as well be dead your damn self
Tryna tell me I ain't shit?
I ain't tryna tell you shit
I'll tell your mama you ain't shit
[Chorus]
If I was a shorty, I wouldn't look up to y'all niggas, ayy
Whole lot of fu' fuck shit, I can't fuck with y'all niggas, ayy
My loyalty run deep, just know I'm stuck with my niggas
You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my niggas, ayy
I've been dealing with problem after problem
How you his artist, ain't starvin'?
I know you shot before a target
Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall
Turn up on 'em like I'm off a molly
Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy
Fuck 'em all, no condom
Fuck it, I'll never say sorry
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