[Intro: 2 Chainz]
A.T.L., what's up, shawty?
N.Y.C., yo-yo-yo, kid
D-Town, what up doe?
Toni!
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz & Eminem]
Standin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa
Powder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka
Remember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya
I done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila
Birthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy
Asked about her friends, she like, "Boy, I don't believe ya"
I'm just tryna live and they turned it to evil
My partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood
School of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (Uh)
License to kill and I just got 'еm renewed (Uh)
Spokе to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote
Spoke to Ghazi and he can pay me in crypto (Yeah)
Bored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat
And you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot
I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo
I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo
You know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs
I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide
I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries
Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit
Now watch me swag on this beat
Enough to make Rakim proud of me
You got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative
You coulda called me
I'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin
I do what I wanna do like white men
I hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand
I fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand
You ain't know that, did ya?
Real recognize real and you don't look familiar
I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river
Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen
A trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah
A trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals
I ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols
Ain't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle
Damn, I think my whistle off (Off)
They've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (Sauce)
Soon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off
I got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (Huh?)
God took his time with me
Kingpins wanna sign with me
Gunshots is truly Atlanta
While things are goin' left like Julius Randle
I got this shit lit, no need for a candle
Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (Yeah)
Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (Ayo)
A.T.L., what's up, shawty?
N.Y.C., yo-yo-yo, kid
D-Town, what up doe?
Toni!
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz & Eminem]
Standin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa
Powder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka
Remember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya
I done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila
Birthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy
Asked about her friends, she like, "Boy, I don't believe ya"
I'm just tryna live and they turned it to evil
My partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood
School of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (Uh)
License to kill and I just got 'еm renewed (Uh)
Spokе to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote
Spoke to Ghazi and he can pay me in crypto (Yeah)
Bored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat
And you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot
I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo
I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo
You know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs
I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide
I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries
Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit
Now watch me swag on this beat
Enough to make Rakim proud of me
You got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative
You coulda called me
I'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin
I do what I wanna do like white men
I hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand
I fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand
You ain't know that, did ya?
Real recognize real and you don't look familiar
I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river
Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen
A trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah
A trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals
I ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols
Ain't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle
Damn, I think my whistle off (Off)
They've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (Sauce)
Soon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off
I got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (Huh?)
God took his time with me
Kingpins wanna sign with me
Gunshots is truly Atlanta
While things are goin' left like Julius Randle
I got this shit lit, no need for a candle
Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (Yeah)
Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (Ayo)
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