(Ayo, Mark A)
Got some Wockiana, Quagy-agy
And some Tris 'round
You ever seen Stomp the Yard?
You would get Chris Brown'd
Generation 5 on the stick
You would get blicked down cali cartel
Unky flying 'bows through the air
I heard you stressed, f*cked up
Smoking you a square
Can you put down them cancer sticks?
Said he just touched down?
He a Colin Kaepernick
Pass the blick, seen an opp
I'm finna get active
So many horses in the hood, bitch
The whip prancing
Denver Nuggets, Nikola Jokić, bitch
My wrist dancing
Talking 'bout he a up a hu man, quit capping
Doggy acting like 12
Call him "Agent Murphy"
Dog Shit Militia, ShittyBoyz, bitch
Hang my jersey too cold to pump gas
See a fiend and paid him thirty
Laimbeer in the Mike Amiris off a play in
That's a forty ball y'all my kids
Gon' be sick when y'all hear Maury call
This some witchcraft with my pop
Now I'm snoring off
If you ain't learned a lesson from that L
You did more than lost
Can't relate, I'm feeling undefeated
2017, I was chilling
Probably punching Neiman's
Oh, he such a demon? Tables turnt
Sent him up to Jesus
I could leave the booth and make
A hunnid off a hunnid pieces
Sixty Visas, forty AmEx
I'm talking 'bout some stats you
Ain't even played yet
Sliding down here dolo shit
You more than brave, neph'
Is you getting shot? That's like
Asking me if rain wet
I'm at the border with some pesos
Dealing with connects
I'm hitting zaza, I can feel it in my chest
At the loft counting up
Chilling with a check
C8 tinted, skrrt around
Squealing in the 'Vette
If I up some pape'
It was motivation purposes
Don't ask about this shirt
You can't purchase this whip loud as hell
Neighbors looking through the curtains pissed
Would've thought unc' Medellín
How he serving bricks
Dawg don't wanna hit the blunt
I think he in the DEA
Seven Figure Man, goddamn
I knew I'd see the day
Team on my back, star player
I'ma lead the way
Hitman always stuck-up, you know he keep a K
And of course I'm buffed up
Don't you see the frames?
You better not touch none
Or brodie swinging Drac'
Took the stairs, not the elevator
F*ck the easy way
Gang back to back in 700s, this a Yeezy day
Real road runner
Y'all ain't never even took a trip
Huh, paped up, feeling like I'm Pablo
How the f*ck is you a shooter?
Heard that they took yo blick
Boy, you better stop acting macho
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(Ayo, Mark A)
Got some Wockiana, Quagy-agy
And some Tris 'round
You ever seen Stomp the Yard?
You would get Chris Brown'd
Generation 5 on the stick
You would get blicked down cali cartel
Unky flying 'bows through the air
I heard you stressed, f*cked up
Smoking you a square
Can you put down them cancer sticks?
Said he just touched down?
He a Colin Kaepernick
Pass the blick, seen an opp
I'm finna get active
So many horses in the hood, bitch
The whip prancing
Denver Nuggets, Nikola Jokić, bitch
My wrist dancing
Talking 'bout he a up a hu man, quit capping
Doggy acting like 12
Call him "Agent Murphy"
Dog Shit Militia, ShittyBoyz, bitch
Hang my jersey too cold to pump gas
See a fiend and paid him thirty
Laimbeer in the Mike Amiris off a play in
That's a forty ball y'all my kids
Gon' be sick when y'all hear Maury call
This some witchcraft with my pop
Now I'm snoring off
If you ain't learned a lesson from that L
You did more than lost
Can't relate, I'm feeling undefeated
2017, I was chilling
Probably punching Neiman's
Oh, he such a demon? Tables turnt
Sent him up to Jesus
I could leave the booth and make
A hunnid off a hunnid pieces
Sixty Visas, forty AmEx
I'm talking 'bout some stats you
Ain't even played yet
Sliding down here dolo shit
You more than brave, neph'
Is you getting shot? That's like
Asking me if rain wet
I'm at the border with some pesos
Dealing with connects
I'm hitting zaza, I can feel it in my chest
At the loft counting up
Chilling with a check
C8 tinted, skrrt around
Squealing in the 'Vette
If I up some pape'
It was motivation purposes
Don't ask about this shirt
You can't purchase this whip loud as hell
Neighbors looking through the curtains pissed
Would've thought unc' Medellín
How he serving bricks
Dawg don't wanna hit the blunt
I think he in the DEA
Seven Figure Man, goddamn
I knew I'd see the day
Team on my back, star player
I'ma lead the way
Hitman always stuck-up, you know he keep a K
And of course I'm buffed up
Don't you see the frames?
You better not touch none
Or brodie swinging Drac'
Took the stairs, not the elevator
F*ck the easy way
Gang back to back in 700s, this a Yeezy day
Real road runner
Y'all ain't never even took a trip
Huh, paped up, feeling like I'm Pablo
How the f*ck is you a shooter?
Heard that they took yo blick
Boy, you better stop acting macho
Got some Wockiana, Quagy-agy
And some Tris 'round
You ever seen Stomp the Yard?
You would get Chris Brown'd
Generation 5 on the stick
You would get blicked down cali cartel
Unky flying 'bows through the air
I heard you stressed, f*cked up
Smoking you a square
Can you put down them cancer sticks?
Said he just touched down?
He a Colin Kaepernick
Pass the blick, seen an opp
I'm finna get active
So many horses in the hood, bitch
The whip prancing
Denver Nuggets, Nikola Jokić, bitch
My wrist dancing
Talking 'bout he a up a hu man, quit capping
Doggy acting like 12
Call him "Agent Murphy"
Dog Shit Militia, ShittyBoyz, bitch
Hang my jersey too cold to pump gas
See a fiend and paid him thirty
Laimbeer in the Mike Amiris off a play in
That's a forty ball y'all my kids
Gon' be sick when y'all hear Maury call
This some witchcraft with my pop
Now I'm snoring off
If you ain't learned a lesson from that L
You did more than lost
Can't relate, I'm feeling undefeated
2017, I was chilling
Probably punching Neiman's
Oh, he such a demon? Tables turnt
Sent him up to Jesus
I could leave the booth and make
A hunnid off a hunnid pieces
Sixty Visas, forty AmEx
I'm talking 'bout some stats you
Ain't even played yet
Sliding down here dolo shit
You more than brave, neph'
Is you getting shot? That's like
Asking me if rain wet
I'm at the border with some pesos
Dealing with connects
I'm hitting zaza, I can feel it in my chest
At the loft counting up
Chilling with a check
C8 tinted, skrrt around
Squealing in the 'Vette
If I up some pape'
It was motivation purposes
Don't ask about this shirt
You can't purchase this whip loud as hell
Neighbors looking through the curtains pissed
Would've thought unc' Medellín
How he serving bricks
Dawg don't wanna hit the blunt
I think he in the DEA
Seven Figure Man, goddamn
I knew I'd see the day
Team on my back, star player
I'ma lead the way
Hitman always stuck-up, you know he keep a K
And of course I'm buffed up
Don't you see the frames?
You better not touch none
Or brodie swinging Drac'
Took the stairs, not the elevator
F*ck the easy way
Gang back to back in 700s, this a Yeezy day
Real road runner
Y'all ain't never even took a trip
Huh, paped up, feeling like I'm Pablo
How the f*ck is you a shooter?
Heard that they took yo blick
Boy, you better stop acting macho