Tekst piosenki
Ima lace this case, suitable chase
Opponents behind like back in the day
Ima spit this taste in your face
You a disgrace
Ima talk mo shit than Nancy Grace
Snatch your toupe
Have you dizzy like you hit mad coupé
Met a cunt ballerina named Rudy
She say stay on your toes watch the groupies
Who you think you Lupe
Nah but I keep the lasers & a toolie
Time to time I get moody
When they try and confused me
With some regular I’m xo rizla
Swiped me a Dutch don’t really do swishers
That’s all you got then ill smoke witcha
Tell me why you mad nigga why you bitter
I don’t really know man that’s the kicker
I’m about to go Beckham on a nigga
Clowning my shit cuz I am it
You waiting for the pass but I caught that pick
You thought you was the star till you hit the bench
Never let a freshman take yo shit
Ain’t worried bouta bitch
My shit knock yours ding dong ditch
Gone bow out and take your exit
I’m it
I am I am it
The twisty freakshow killing this shit
Pardon me if I start to dance a little bit
Tryna get mad rich like a Arab prince repeat
Send niggas to the pits give em third degree
Murder me?
Couldn’t even even burglary
Tryna claim major but they turds to me
Ride outside looking like burgundy
1134 the rhymes on cursory
Blew they chance they advance on purgery
New breed know niggas done heard of me
Tweet tweet fat bitch don’t encourage me
Had to laugh at em
Niggas putting on a show but I don’t clap at em
Some only believe what they mind can fathom
Ain’t in the picture but they want you to tag em
Jacking all yo shit nah I’m jackin on my dick
Don’t fuck with these niggas practicing abstinence
Like you can get with that or you can get with this
Showed these niggas the formula like here’s the abacus
Chorus
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you want to bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get drunk
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