Drake and Josh
RayDaChemist
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I be gettin' to the bread, you niggas fantasizing Spinnin tryna clean a nigga block this choppa sanitizing Stupid niggas tryna clear the smoke, but ain't no compromising Cruising out on anyone , but now look wrong, all you niggas dyin Bitch, I'm rolling deep, got this shit lookin' like a mosh pit Ain't no Pump faking, swear to god I really pop shit I really drop shit, got hella keys just like a lock smith Niggas playin' with my bread, it's an easy way to die quick Stick on me, I'ma let it rip just like beyblade Stick on me, I'ma make sure this your last day Think he hot, I'ma put him out just like an ash tray Bitch, I'm never sad, I just hit your bitch up on a bad day I ain't talkin' Michael Jackson, but I tell a bitch to beat it I be catchin' hella plays, bitch You know undefeated, this choppa rock shit to bed If that bitch move, he gon' be sleepin Ballin' out with my sons, guess you could say I play for phoenix I tote wands like I play for the magics The whole 30, I'ma let this nigga have it One call, get a nigga dropped like a bad habit Yo Bitch, put her phone on DND when I'm crackin I be chilling in the crib, in the streets, I'm causin' havoc I don't f*ck with single shots, love to dump the automatic Bitch, I'm scorin' touchdowns, I ain't talkin' no madden You just lost your best shooter, damn that shit's really tragic. One shot, back up, two shots, better duck By the third shot, I'm for sure gon' leave that nigga stuck Facing big woods, it's like 5Gs in this blunt Six pallbearer, cause a pussy nigga try to stunt Pussy stayin tryna stunt, like why the f*ck he tryna show off Bullets penetrate his chest, hopped in the whip and then we drove off Pussy who you tryna rob?, bitch, don't get cropped out by the picture I'm always in the field, throwin' bullets like a pitcher I'm always in the field, swear to God, I'ma go D1 I'm hawkin' down the first lil' nigga that I see run I'm tryna make it out this bitch alive, you better not say nothin I swear I'm gon' be stuffin' up my pockets, till that day come Me and bro, on some twin shit, we like Drake and Josh I hear all my niggas throwin' dimes like I'm Randy Moss I ain't playin' bout my green, just like some salad, you can get tossed Sorry baby, I ain't no average nigga, you with a big boss If you tryna be like me, better keep up, cause you could get lost Gang package, niggas, first we box them up and they get sent off Ain't no snakes up in my circle, so you know I cannot get crossed Pockets filled up with hella blue cheese, I feel like Rick Ross Thanks for listening
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Written by: Kynai Remy, Ramon Padilla
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