Tekst piosenki
[Intro]
V’s up, All Day Shit. FC-CB, Un!
[Bridge]
Yop! (x8)
[Verse 1]
First off, I’m the shit lil’ bitch, you ain’t heard a Milwaukee nigga spit like this
Kinda quiet but ya boy tryna get quite rich, wanna stay in the game, I ain’t playin, Mike Vick
Call up V. 100 tell ’em play my shit, cuz the flow gotta cold, in a way I’m sick
Real niggas gon’ relate, fuck niggas gon hate, cuz the girls wanna J from the way I Spit
Literally kill it, Lyrically, I’m the illest, know I put on for the city and I fuckin handle business
R.I.P. my nigga Rel, JB, he the Realest, and I strive to be the greatest, No LeBron, better Witness
Yessir I said it, I meant it, they actin like pussies but the boy ain’t kitten
And I’m tryna get that cake candle boys just wishing, gotta grind I ain’t got no food to eat up in the kitchen. (Bitch listen)
It’s bout that time to start letting ’em know, we’ll put this city on the map, who betting the dough?
Ain’t got no time for these thirsty ass niggas, cuz what they call a bad bitch is my regular ho (Yop)
My regular ho, she does incredible shit, that’s why when you call VM what you regulars get
Live in yo own world, fairytale stories 'n shit, this ain’t Disney and you are not that incredible bitch
All Day, Wit my, niggas, All Day, we be, blowing strong
All Day, Lamo, get it, poppin, on another Ratchet, song
Why the, fuck you, think these, Bitches, cannot, leave us, dudes alone
We say, N-O, to the, pussy, girl just, give me Superdome. (Get It?)
[Hook]
And You let em, Run You Over, You a sweetie, To these Hoes
But my niggas, J’ 'Em all, Going Stevie, On these Hoes. (x4)
[Bridge]
[Outro]
2-3!
Komentarze (0)