Slizzo shut your lyin' ass up, you ain't never spun the east
You ain't never touch your own bread, here i'll tell you how it feel
You ain't never get up off your pivot, you a rookie in the field
If these goofies keep on talkin', then we show them how it is
Yeah, you say my music trash, then why your main bitch blast it in her ears
Yeah, you made a move with J-Dot, tell them how it really went
You keep speakin' bout Lil Mak, but he'd put you in a pack
Don't be speakin' about dads cause where the f*ck is yours at
How you sayin' that we gay, but you gave your cousin brain
So stop speakin' on my name, cause you know that I spin it back
And you can tell what's her name, to stop lyin' on my name
She was f*ckin' with a boss, and now she f*ckin' with a lame
She was f*ckin' goofies, tried it with me, boy her ass insane
Keep it bout the business, told her, set him up, let's catch a stain
I heard Wassaname got shot, I'm hopin' his ass D.O.A'd
I coulda shot the whole curry, but teased him Dwayne Wade
Was the first, but not the last, my own cousin didn't shoot his gun
That's how goofies get robbed, I guess he was one of them ones
Ayy, that's my fault, he a pussy, I shoulda peeped that from the jump
He a rookie, I'm D1, all that talk he did was just frontin
Pussy run it, when that blicky to your face, don't get to movin
Pocket rocket, never met Metro, but it always be boomin
Preston pussy, J.Dot jumped him, he was cryin', man, I knew it
You on toddler ways, it's crazy, you my son, do what I'm doin
Slizzo shut your lyin' ass up, you ain't never spun the East
You ain't never touch your own bread, here, I'll tell you how it feel
You ain't never get up off your pivot, you a rookie in the field
If these goofies keep on talkin', then we show them how it is
Know how I be, smokin' hella gunja, man, call me Big Chief
Pass that assist to my boy, Swift
We be stayin' merching on that boy, Badger
Man, Reed ain't a blower, he just a f*ckin' stabber
Just like he left his homeboy in the shower Once I heard that, I had all the power
Met up with his sister a day after, and I jabbed her
Each day, I'm screamin', f*ck, long live Badger
Each day, I learn more, my pocket's gettin' fatter
Step up to the first plate, you know I'm a batter
Said she had a daddy, he didn't know any better
Sad-ass niggas always writin' reef letters
Leave him be, that boy's dead
Went to his tombstone and pissed, on his f*ckin' head
After that, man, I felt blessed
Cause I wonder which Opp I'ma do that too next
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Slizzo shut your lyin' ass up, you ain't never spun the east
You ain't never touch your own bread, here i'll tell you how it feel
You ain't never get up off your pivot, you a rookie in the field
If these goofies keep on talkin', then we show them how it is
Yeah, you say my music trash, then why your main bitch blast it in her ears
Yeah, you made a move with J-Dot, tell them how it really went
You keep speakin' bout Lil Mak, but he'd put you in a pack
Don't be speakin' about dads cause where the f*ck is yours at
How you sayin' that we gay, but you gave your cousin brain
So stop speakin' on my name, cause you know that I spin it back
And you can tell what's her name, to stop lyin' on my name
She was f*ckin' with a boss, and now she f*ckin' with a lame
She was f*ckin' goofies, tried it with me, boy her ass insane
Keep it bout the business, told her, set him up, let's catch a stain
I heard Wassaname got shot, I'm hopin' his ass D.O.A'd
I coulda shot the whole curry, but teased him Dwayne Wade
Was the first, but not the last, my own cousin didn't shoot his gun
That's how goofies get robbed, I guess he was one of them ones
Ayy, that's my fault, he a pussy, I shoulda peeped that from the jump
He a rookie, I'm D1, all that talk he did was just frontin
Pussy run it, when that blicky to your face, don't get to movin
Pocket rocket, never met Metro, but it always be boomin
Preston pussy, J.Dot jumped him, he was cryin', man, I knew it
You on toddler ways, it's crazy, you my son, do what I'm doin
Slizzo shut your lyin' ass up, you ain't never spun the East
You ain't never touch your own bread, here, I'll tell you how it feel
You ain't never get up off your pivot, you a rookie in the field
If these goofies keep on talkin', then we show them how it is
Know how I be, smokin' hella gunja, man, call me Big Chief
Pass that assist to my boy, Swift
We be stayin' merching on that boy, Badger
Man, Reed ain't a blower, he just a f*ckin' stabber
Just like he left his homeboy in the shower Once I heard that, I had all the power
Met up with his sister a day after, and I jabbed her
Each day, I'm screamin', f*ck, long live Badger
Each day, I learn more, my pocket's gettin' fatter
Step up to the first plate, you know I'm a batter
Said she had a daddy, he didn't know any better
Sad-ass niggas always writin' reef letters
Leave him be, that boy's dead
Went to his tombstone and pissed, on his f*ckin' head
After that, man, I felt blessed
Cause I wonder which Opp I'ma do that too next
You ain't never touch your own bread, here i'll tell you how it feel
You ain't never get up off your pivot, you a rookie in the field
If these goofies keep on talkin', then we show them how it is
Yeah, you say my music trash, then why your main bitch blast it in her ears
Yeah, you made a move with J-Dot, tell them how it really went
You keep speakin' bout Lil Mak, but he'd put you in a pack
Don't be speakin' about dads cause where the f*ck is yours at
How you sayin' that we gay, but you gave your cousin brain
So stop speakin' on my name, cause you know that I spin it back
And you can tell what's her name, to stop lyin' on my name
She was f*ckin' with a boss, and now she f*ckin' with a lame
She was f*ckin' goofies, tried it with me, boy her ass insane
Keep it bout the business, told her, set him up, let's catch a stain
I heard Wassaname got shot, I'm hopin' his ass D.O.A'd
I coulda shot the whole curry, but teased him Dwayne Wade
Was the first, but not the last, my own cousin didn't shoot his gun
That's how goofies get robbed, I guess he was one of them ones
Ayy, that's my fault, he a pussy, I shoulda peeped that from the jump
He a rookie, I'm D1, all that talk he did was just frontin
Pussy run it, when that blicky to your face, don't get to movin
Pocket rocket, never met Metro, but it always be boomin
Preston pussy, J.Dot jumped him, he was cryin', man, I knew it
You on toddler ways, it's crazy, you my son, do what I'm doin
Slizzo shut your lyin' ass up, you ain't never spun the East
You ain't never touch your own bread, here, I'll tell you how it feel
You ain't never get up off your pivot, you a rookie in the field
If these goofies keep on talkin', then we show them how it is
Know how I be, smokin' hella gunja, man, call me Big Chief
Pass that assist to my boy, Swift
We be stayin' merching on that boy, Badger
Man, Reed ain't a blower, he just a f*ckin' stabber
Just like he left his homeboy in the shower Once I heard that, I had all the power
Met up with his sister a day after, and I jabbed her
Each day, I'm screamin', f*ck, long live Badger
Each day, I learn more, my pocket's gettin' fatter
Step up to the first plate, you know I'm a batter
Said she had a daddy, he didn't know any better
Sad-ass niggas always writin' reef letters
Leave him be, that boy's dead
Went to his tombstone and pissed, on his f*ckin' head
After that, man, I felt blessed
Cause I wonder which Opp I'ma do that too next
Writer: SCOTT EVAN DAVIS
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