Lyrics

Flip that, script check
Lemme get the role, make em switch back
The damage take a toll, you a mismatch
Kit Kat, dammit why you fold
You a bitch rat, dammit why you told
For the foes, he can't come back
I be watching my surroundings
Plotting trynna get it
I be Higher than the mountains
You be right up under ceilings
I'm like every single villain
Imma treat you like you Krillin
Imma choke you like a bitch
Man I feel like Homer Simpson
This that Kageutsu shit
On the track, Leyanda spinning
Bout to make these **** quit
Man I'm winning every minute
I been told I gotta finish
Imma make my momma proud
One day she gonna see the vision
I ain't throwing in the towel
Imma do these **** foul
Imma make these bitches wild
Wanna give my **** money
Tell em grab it out the pile
I keep changing up the style
Imma beat these **** bad
Make me throw up like he Kyle
You want beef, well order now
Imma take em back to trial...
Nah just feed em the fishes
Cause the money is the mission
And these **** keep pretending
Imma push it to the limit
Imma run it like I'm Emmett
I ain't stopping till I'm in it
I been cooking like I'm Rick
With the wizards, imma chemist
You will never see me timid
Kept it solid as a brick
I won't hate to see u rich
Dam he turn into a bitch
Now he thinking he the shit
Probably turn into a lick
Beating rabbits for they tricks
Smoking green and purple, call it piccolo
Acting like it's checkers, you soo typical
Tried to be soo hurtful, words are miserable
All you do is leeching off of tentacles
Can u see the picture, better visuals
You just need to tip her, now she into you
Geeking like I'm Tigger, when I'm with crew
Heard he called us ****, gotta beat the fool
Ain't no statement, this the anthem
Ain't no patience, bring the ransom
Gotta take it, if they show off
I won't fake it, imma make it, this the playoffs
Ain't no statement, this the anthem
Ain't no patience, bring the ransom
Told my ****, time to go hard,
Y'all some frauds, we in charge, bout to slay y'all
Killing competition with no witness, gotta get it
Cause I'm burning all the bridges, fuck a mention
Gotta get a ticket to get in it, never miss it
Cause I'm ballin on these hoes like Miles Bridges
Gotta keep it G but I ain't Sheff
Got the polo on, like 2 gs you gotta step
Yeah I got some charm, and I always come correct
Double 31 don't count me out just like I'm steph
Yeah my baby wavy, kinda icy
Yeah she crazy, but she spicy
Never lazy, maybe lightly, perfect lady
Right now that's just dream
I'm just focused on the cream
Fuck the sauce I want the cheese
In a saucer where's the beam
Flip that, script check
Lemme get the role, make em switch back
The damage take a toll, you a mismatch
Kit Kat, dammit why you fold
You a bitch rat, dammit why you told
For the foes, he can't come back
Ain't no statement, this the anthem
Ain't no patience, bring the ransom
Gotta take it, if they show off
I won't fake it, imma make it, this the playoffs
Smoking green and purple, call it piccolo
Acting like it's checkers, you soo typical
Tried to be soo hurtful, words are miserable
All you do is leeching off of tentacles
Ain't no statement, this the anthem
Ain't no patience, bring the ransom
Told my ****, time to go hard,
Y'all some frauds, we in charge, bout to slay y'all
Written by: Hassan Ricks, Robert Smallwood
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