Lyrics:
Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,
her top down, baby, she flies
Run run, with the fury of a saint in her eyes
Run run, ha-cha cha cha, bcby, she goes
With blonde hair and a gun
Smcking
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
of hip-hop
Little bit of rock at the
Bottom of the ridge top
White smokin' shit like I'm
Motherfuckin' Ken Block holla watcha wanna
But I'm always makin' shit
'em
Come through with the tracks and I'm bulldozing 'em
Dixie cup rapper raps, I'm disposing 'em
Spit at these sucker rappers, put a couple holes in
upon the beat, Elite, the heat is premium
Delete the competition, have 'em wishin' I was feelin' 'em
I take the track to higher heights, like voices
Pac
Biggie
Even the Dixie chicks
Self conscious
Even more pressure being black an
That's why they scared thought
They could steal the land
Claim
[Verse]
Aye, ok
Thats my bitch I don’t call her my bitch tho (can’t do it)
Ask yo chick what she all on my dick for (glued to it)
Know I got a big
and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And your whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
And your minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you
it the same
Separate lames from they chain
My mind don't slack
I'm totally focused on beating up tracks
Monsterous music to beat in your 'Lac
1000 watt
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
with her is
Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch
So I tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
And where
with her is
Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch
So I tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
And where
to the bones, guilty innocent
No more hurdle jumps, I crush, I crash
I got that mother fucker under a cover, got that ugly world down forever
I got that chick
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
Been a young savage like Randy
Picking up pack and it's candy
Need a Maybach no Camry
Bitch I'm on track you on plan B
My chick get so mad she can't
cunt wet, she getting rough sex, no sunset
I like a chick with a buck tooth, yeah it could get fucked too
We keep one eye open, they sus' too
Never
keep on going
Penetrating through the track
Got new chicks that I'm loving
I'm strolling
I'm bugging I'm flying in big Jets
I'm vibing with big times
6
I'm coached by
Everyday approached by chicks when I was on top
want to give me sosa, but I'm like don't try
I see the hisses and the disses when I go
to appreciate but I deserve more
Yeah, superman supa star
Give me super fat dough like Pablo Escobar
Supa duper star
Feared by bandits hated by chicks
to appreciate but I deserve more
Yeah, superman supa star
Give me super fat dough like Pablo Escobar
Supa duper star
Feared by bandits hated by chicks
Don’t you think I’d look good with some WTA chick fondling me
Wouldn’t the whole world buy wilson mouthguards, just so they can breathe
If Pluto is
Aye
I'm boutta yuh
I'm
Catfish
Yuh yuh
Aye
Yuh, mhmm
Feel like Swayzee it's not crazy saying I'm the only one in the world
Who really doesn't care
If
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