[Intro: 3AG Pilot]
(Don't play with him)
(Hoodrich)
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Mismatch designer all the time
I might rap fast like Busta Rhymes, I might talk fast, I'm out my mind
I'm geeked the fuck up out my body, I'm still hoppin' out big bodies
I hop out coupes, it's an Audi, with them bands on me, probably (Uh)
You know that there ain't no problem, both feet on the gas, can't stop him
I'm in this bitch with them shooters, they won't hesitate to pop him
What goes around come around and them racks be goin' 'round
Everything be goin' up, I ain't Yung Joc, ain't goin' down
I go to sleep off that Crown, I go up, poppin' Percs
I'm geeked the fuck up in this bitch, I can't even find my shirt
RPS N PLAN BS II, you probably prayed for this at church
Can't make no way up out this shit, then we gon' make something work
[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
Nigga, I ain't have no way, I still made something work
Mixing up the lemonade, I feel like Kobe off this purp'
Feel like Kat Stacks off the molly, she wanna eat me like desert
Her nigga trippin', put him on a shirt, but ain't nobody makin' merch
Put this molly on her tongue, she don't wanna tell nobody
Hold that down, bitch don't hit my DM, ho, I'm not Yo Gotti
[?], cocaine, I got nothing but Fishscale on my body
Blow exotic, pounds on me, I make the trap a trending topic
It's an off day, but I treat this bitch just like a usual
This a one-of-one, but you know I got two of 'em
These niggas dubs, in that foreign, I'm losin' 'em
Trappin' home improvement, call us and then move 'em
(Don't play with him)
(Hoodrich)
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Mismatch designer all the time
I might rap fast like Busta Rhymes, I might talk fast, I'm out my mind
I'm geeked the fuck up out my body, I'm still hoppin' out big bodies
I hop out coupes, it's an Audi, with them bands on me, probably (Uh)
You know that there ain't no problem, both feet on the gas, can't stop him
I'm in this bitch with them shooters, they won't hesitate to pop him
What goes around come around and them racks be goin' 'round
Everything be goin' up, I ain't Yung Joc, ain't goin' down
I go to sleep off that Crown, I go up, poppin' Percs
I'm geeked the fuck up in this bitch, I can't even find my shirt
RPS N PLAN BS II, you probably prayed for this at church
Can't make no way up out this shit, then we gon' make something work
[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
Nigga, I ain't have no way, I still made something work
Mixing up the lemonade, I feel like Kobe off this purp'
Feel like Kat Stacks off the molly, she wanna eat me like desert
Her nigga trippin', put him on a shirt, but ain't nobody makin' merch
Put this molly on her tongue, she don't wanna tell nobody
Hold that down, bitch don't hit my DM, ho, I'm not Yo Gotti
[?], cocaine, I got nothing but Fishscale on my body
Blow exotic, pounds on me, I make the trap a trending topic
It's an off day, but I treat this bitch just like a usual
This a one-of-one, but you know I got two of 'em
These niggas dubs, in that foreign, I'm losin' 'em
Trappin' home improvement, call us and then move 'em
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