Lyrics:
a block
On the copy and printed nation
Export it and post to shutter stock
It's like a xerox of mirrors
But we Hold no shares no Reflection
Appearance
marinate
Then you flip the script, now we all get paid
Run me my check, nigga, got bills to pay
Post up down court, don’t catch this fade
Made it out with no
noch was hol'n und er weiß ich smoke nur ein's (ein's ein's)
Express export aus Cali um die Sorgen zu befreien (clip clip huuh)
Mach mal für mich Platz,
Import Nigga Export international wie d Expo
Lenendär wie Nintendo
Nigga Japan isch de next Stop
Chicken Rice on a bad Hoe
Spile wie die mit de
to the script only I'm tryna get me some money
Post it up late night hustlin' I got desire and the bubs bubblin
Yes, indeed, I gotta make me somethin' Ain't just
export, yeah
Flip it make it get more, hey
Cant copy this just 10 - 4, yeah
Im so sorry if I switch course, yeah
I can never feel forced
Ay
Bitch im
The dominant will resource and calmly script crews and world wars
Yo, you better practice what you preach
I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each
Never interfere
The dominant will resource and calmly script crews and world wars
Yo, you better practice what you preach
I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each
Never interfere
ain't need no script
Yeaaaaah
Its Lit
Its Lit
Its Lit
These diamonds on me
Be shining on me
That's drip
I'm all about that money baby
Don't trip
My
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
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Pull up with the script
Now my rap
IT sounds so lit
Ganging up yo nik
Telling them
Yo, yo, yo
I got this beat off Twitter
Let me show you how I did it though
First, I took a screen record, went to GarageBand
Then I had to export
slip again
Won't do anything for cash
But I'll bust a script again
Rollin up dis gas
I might pour another zip again
Shawty on my ass
I bet she tryna suck
triggered
Swishers sweets and scripts
Yeah that's what I'm feeling
I'm feeling
You feeling
He feeling
She feeling
It's getting to the point
Where we all need
you gotta snap his dick
Take a pic, post it up, on God
Cuz he's charity
And he's scared of me
How he wanna pull that fuckboy shit on me
Cuz he's charity
and cocked tonight
Why cause I grind and I stick to the script
My flow is smooth my voice is so sick
I instagram a pic witcho chick on my dick
Yea the feeling
speaking out in south
Then they beat the grout out your grill
Flip the script if they acting
And wanna doubt how it feel
To be a nigga cuz niggas ain't
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Long time watching on TV
disaster movies and horror films
Someone decided to write a script
and export it to the real life
Now we can’t go
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I've got the record it's ready to export
Knocking
My mate recites posts from Fake Buddha
He lives near the lye
Lik Life is suffering, life is tough
Just learn to be kind
Powerful statements
how can I go home?
They wanna flip the script
And then make it seem like they did nothing wrong
You could not hide from the truth
Especially cuz
this mic into gold
Would you look at that
Yo
All my heroes have fallen
Following the fates in the page script before them
Did they ever think twice
the script
Ima die rich Ima die litt
Ima do it my way I cant live like this
Had to take a risk Now everything legit
Now they all on my page I cud write
there really like me
I'm from a different script, you could never rewrite me
Whether Tarantino or Spike Lee, its unlikely, jonga
I don't really give
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