[Intro]
(Ayy, DJ Showoutt, fuck goin' on?)
Hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy
I really just like how I sound on these beats, I don't even be meanin' a flow like this
None of that shit, this shit just be going on like this
(Young Cutta, run it up)
Ayy, hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy
I feel like these niggas just gotta feel me, you know, I'm just
I just high, talk my shit
I just play that shit accordingly, you know
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hol' on
[Verse]
Hocus pocus, pop up on 'em with this ratchet
Niggas hate 'cause we got plenty cake and they be livin' tragic
I got bitches tryna fuck 'cause they see racks in all this fashion
That ho call me Michael Jackson, put a glove on when I'm smashin'
I got bows inside the cabinet, what you need?
I'ma break him down, I'm tryna stretch him, limousine (I'm tryna stretch him)
Ride through Hollywood, I drop the top and pour in lean (Gang)
We got more clips than a movie, hit his block, we shooting scenes
Ayy, come and rob who? Which one you niggas tryin'?
If everybody with the shits, then bitch, which one you niggas lying?
Say he blitzin', call him Simba, that pussy nigga lion
Hit the top with all my partners, bitch, I feel it's perfect timing (Gang, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
And they know I keep a hammer, get my Thor on (Get my Thor on)
Lot of straps inside this bitch, it look like Warzone (Bah, bah, bah, pow)
Try to slide for one of your partners and get toed on
That type of shit'll go wrong, them statements gon' get wrote on (Dumbass)
They ain't gotta let me in 'cause I'ma move y'all
The dick that's on that gun, it ain't been used and it got blue balls
Push up with that weight, lil' bro'll move it like the U-Haul
I'm rollin' like some skates, I poured an eight and that bitch too raw (Drank)
Red dot upon his nose, I leave 'em froze, we call him Rudolph
Spent some racks upon my toes and all my clothes, bitch, I done flew off
They in love with giving noggin', make them hoes come have a chew off
I see all you niggas scared, just use your head 'fore it get blew off
Ayy, ayy, I got some change on me, I ain't changed, nigga (Bitch)
Quincho steady poppin' shit just like a painkiller (I'm poppin')
Gave my team them racks, then went and bought a chain, nigga (Gang)
A lot of bitches tryin' to kick it, Liu Kang, nigga
A lot of bitches on me, bitches want me 'cause the Rollie dance
Ain't no in between, I'm gettin' the green, the guacamole, man
You the type of nigga hit the screen and pay for OnlyFans
Murder, robbin', trappin', stealin', all up in my homie plans
I put hoes in goalie stance when I stand 'em
I'm gon' fuck hoes in a ratchet, having more hoes than a pageant
Get the backend and I stack it, it hit past ten and I'm trappin'
Then I'm all ten when it's action, I'ma keep it real, no flaggin' (Gang, hol' on)
(Ayy, DJ Showoutt, fuck goin' on?)
Hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy
I really just like how I sound on these beats, I don't even be meanin' a flow like this
None of that shit, this shit just be going on like this
(Young Cutta, run it up)
Ayy, hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy
I feel like these niggas just gotta feel me, you know, I'm just
I just high, talk my shit
I just play that shit accordingly, you know
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hol' on
[Verse]
Hocus pocus, pop up on 'em with this ratchet
Niggas hate 'cause we got plenty cake and they be livin' tragic
I got bitches tryna fuck 'cause they see racks in all this fashion
That ho call me Michael Jackson, put a glove on when I'm smashin'
I got bows inside the cabinet, what you need?
I'ma break him down, I'm tryna stretch him, limousine (I'm tryna stretch him)
Ride through Hollywood, I drop the top and pour in lean (Gang)
We got more clips than a movie, hit his block, we shooting scenes
Ayy, come and rob who? Which one you niggas tryin'?
If everybody with the shits, then bitch, which one you niggas lying?
Say he blitzin', call him Simba, that pussy nigga lion
Hit the top with all my partners, bitch, I feel it's perfect timing (Gang, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
And they know I keep a hammer, get my Thor on (Get my Thor on)
Lot of straps inside this bitch, it look like Warzone (Bah, bah, bah, pow)
Try to slide for one of your partners and get toed on
That type of shit'll go wrong, them statements gon' get wrote on (Dumbass)
They ain't gotta let me in 'cause I'ma move y'all
The dick that's on that gun, it ain't been used and it got blue balls
Push up with that weight, lil' bro'll move it like the U-Haul
I'm rollin' like some skates, I poured an eight and that bitch too raw (Drank)
Red dot upon his nose, I leave 'em froze, we call him Rudolph
Spent some racks upon my toes and all my clothes, bitch, I done flew off
They in love with giving noggin', make them hoes come have a chew off
I see all you niggas scared, just use your head 'fore it get blew off
Ayy, ayy, I got some change on me, I ain't changed, nigga (Bitch)
Quincho steady poppin' shit just like a painkiller (I'm poppin')
Gave my team them racks, then went and bought a chain, nigga (Gang)
A lot of bitches tryin' to kick it, Liu Kang, nigga
A lot of bitches on me, bitches want me 'cause the Rollie dance
Ain't no in between, I'm gettin' the green, the guacamole, man
You the type of nigga hit the screen and pay for OnlyFans
Murder, robbin', trappin', stealin', all up in my homie plans
I put hoes in goalie stance when I stand 'em
I'm gon' fuck hoes in a ratchet, having more hoes than a pageant
Get the backend and I stack it, it hit past ten and I'm trappin'
Then I'm all ten when it's action, I'ma keep it real, no flaggin' (Gang, hol' on)
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