Psst, I see dead people. Nothing on that beat, nope. Ay, monster on the beat, ho, deep, bo. Any rap nigga, he a freak, throw man down. Call a emperor, lambs, tell him breathe, bro.
Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around. So what's up with these jabroni ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck em all and they mama How many opps you really got?
I mean it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat yo ass and hot the bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified buggy man, I'm the one that up to score with em Walk him down the whole time I know he got some hoe in him Pull on him, extort shit, bully the flow on him Say Drake, I hear you like I'm young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to em and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil'sister from em They tell me Chubb's the only one that get your hand-me-downs And party after party playin'with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified lover boy, certified pedophile WAP WAP WAP WAP WAP! That fuck em up WAP!
WAP! WAP! WAP! WAP!
I'ma do my stuff Why you trolling like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us You think the bae gon'let you disrespect pop nigga?
I think that Oakland show gon'be your last stop nigga They cold foul I don't know why you still pretending What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb, shape the stories how you want Hey Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't there something? Be rest, that's for bitchin'You Malibu most wanted, ain't no lawboy You ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxes Or over your phone The other vaginal option, pussy Niggas better straighten they posture Got favors all up in contact, might write this with a docu Tell the pop star quit hidin', fuck a caption Won't action, no accident, I'ma hands up He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne Graw, like he was in jail That's conniving Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizing I'm glad D.
Rose came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alonja down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy needs subpoena That predator movin'flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like a nether line to walk Yeah, it's all eyes on me and I'ma send it up the pock Ay, put the wrong label on me, I'ma get them dropped Ay, sweet chin music and I won't pass the ox Ay, how many stocks do I really have in stock? Ay, one, two, three, four, five plus five I- Ayy, devil is a lie, he is 69 God Ayy, freaky ass niggas need to stay the ass inside Ayy, roll they ass up like a fresh pack of Zod Ayy, city is back up, it's a must we outside Ayy They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us Once upon a time all of us was in chains Homies still double down calling us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca building restrooms roads and trains bear with me for a second let me put y'all on game the Saddler's was using town folk to make them richer fast forward 2024 you got the same agenda you run to Atlanta when you need a check balance let me break it down for you this the real nigga challenge you call future when you didn't see the clue Ay, what, lil'baby help you get your lingo up What, 21, get your 4th Street cred Thug, make you feel like you a slime in your head Ay, what, Cravo said you can be from Northside What, 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin'colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter Here was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan Mmm, mmm, mmm He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky Freaky ass nigga, he the 69 God Freaky ass nigga, he the 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, O.V. ho, O.V.
ho Say, O.V. ho, O.V. ho Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend?
Are we locked in? Then stab this way, stab that way Then stab this way, stab that way Psst, I see death