Feat. Problem & Darrein Safron
I’m just tryna try
When haters do what they do and steady hidin’ the lie
Laughing while we, ridin’ and ***
Cause we know that they ladies will let us slide in their pie
Yeah, they call us nook nook crooks
Cause all they hear from the room is Babadook-dook-dook
Yeah, you think I make rooks book?
Well my singin’ partner ’bout to *** before he do the hook, look
Starting from nothing, I did it
Y’all mad cause you didn’t
Y’all mad cause y’all ain’t in it
Y’all mad cause I got the master plan, cash got no limit
I might ride to your block and let this drop when I finish
Uh, yeah, put that on your head
People thought we was recording ’cause the dot shot red
I just do this for my homies ’till the block get fed
I rap slow so you understand what the *** I said
But…
Ok I’m still on my grind, holding minds down with it
I’m keepin’ my side
Open ya third eye
They thinking you’re blind
Strap to the back, with a Mac’ in a backpack
Homies’ strapped, and ready to ride
Feeling like Biggie, I’m Ready To Die
So get off me
*** get off me
I just don’t got no time for all you *** and your soft way
So get off me
*** get off me
I just don’t got no time for all you *** and your soft way
Whoever said Tech Nina ain’t the shizzy is a buster deluxe with cheese
My foot is ready to touch ya and scuff the 3’s
You couldn’t move ’em with a Mustard beat plus with Yeez
Cause you’s a sorry mother-sucker, I’ll buck ya then puff the trees
I’m for real
Do I *** her, certainly so
Your lady say she don’t ‘member ever *** before
Till she had this player in the middle of the west, a flirtin’ negro
I’ll knock her way down the coach from her burkin’ ego
Ya heard it?!
(I heard it!)
Let’s give it up for the KC King
But I never wanna get up in the race, we sing
Hit ’em with a peanut butter, bake these schemes
Look at the Nina
I’m comin’ at you with a team of cleaners
Rippin’ and packin’ the reamers
Thinkin’ he better that he beat the dream up
So get off me
*** get off me
I just don’t got no time for all you *** and your soft way
So get off me
*** get off me
I just don’t got no time for all you *** and your soft way
*** ain’t *** and ain’t never gon’ be ***
Talk like a ***, baby girl eat ***
Chach on this thief ***
Dog off the leash ***
Get yo BMF
Yeah I’m on that leach *** (What)
Money everywhere, *** disrespect mine and we gunnin’ everywhere
***’s gettin no love mother-*** a (febuar?)
Cracked my enemy’s girl then I *** her everywhere
Yeah I’m all up in these streets and you suckas never there
80’s baby and I grew up wish (cluckas?) everywhere
*** that mad doggin got a shot for every stare
If you wanna see fake take a look up in the mirror
So get off me
*** get off me
I just don’t got no time for all you *** and your soft way
So get off me
*** get off me
I just don’t got no time for all you *** and your soft way
Clown Town!
Clown Town!
