Oh you wanna piece of me I guess I'll pass you up a sample
I mean I'm a family guy so I guess I'm getting canceled
Askin if got bars I wrote this for an answer
And you're getting so annoying and it's killing me like cancer
Like woah
I'm throw it up let it drop
Like woah
Imma get your girl on my cock
Let's go
I just heard the door it's a knock
Oh no
She said the back door unlocked
Tip toe
And I'm gone
But I hit it from the back
And I left through the back
And I'm never goin back
Cuz all that shit wack
I ain't tryna meet yo dad
You wanna do it in the car
Well get in the back
Put on your seat belt this gonna be a bumpy ride
I ain't tryna sleep well I'm hit it all night
You said do what you want
So lemme have my fun
And I bring the smoke wit no blunt
And listen up I'm not done
There's nowhere left to go if I'm already on top
I'm feelin like a criminal but I'm above the law
And if ain't there yet then you know I never stop
If you wanna give up now go ahead that's you call
911 for emergency
I'm looking for your problem but I don't see
Bitch are you trippin' what the f*ck you mean
You do you and I'll do me
I put it all behind
I ain't tryna get the Glock
And I miss the summertime
Cuz the heats on my back
I been grinding out and I been doin' all this my way
I'm just waiting for my shit to blow like it's Pompeii
My flow like lava after all that shit erupted
Hold on let me finish I ain't taking interruptions
No I don't care for your judgement
I ain't got play this ugly
Turn the heat up like an oven
I ain't do this all for nothin
Beat switch up but I'm still vibin'
Mood switched up but I'm 'till ridin'
I don't choke no need for Heimlich
You know I ain't even trying
Fully automatic flow like bullets it don't matter tho
And I can find another hoe and I am so in touchable and I don't matter where I go
Cuz I can still put on a show
And speaking of I gotta go
Cuz you know I am on a roll
F*ck
F*ck wit me f*ck wit me f*ck wit me
You wanna f*ck you know I agree
You in my head
Like the reason
Lincoln dead
That's the last time
You by my side
Your hand in mine
I feel alive
You on my right
Now you have left
I'm so upset
I'm feeling dead
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English
Oh you wanna piece of me I guess I'll pass you up a sample
I mean I'm a family guy so I guess I'm getting canceled
Askin if got bars I wrote this for an answer
And you're getting so annoying and it's killing me like cancer
Like woah
I'm throw it up let it drop
Like woah
Imma get your girl on my cock
Let's go
I just heard the door it's a knock
Oh no
She said the back door unlocked
Tip toe
And I'm gone
But I hit it from the back
And I left through the back
And I'm never goin back
Cuz all that shit wack
I ain't tryna meet yo dad
You wanna do it in the car
Well get in the back
Put on your seat belt this gonna be a bumpy ride
I ain't tryna sleep well I'm hit it all night
You said do what you want
So lemme have my fun
And I bring the smoke wit no blunt
And listen up I'm not done
There's nowhere left to go if I'm already on top
I'm feelin like a criminal but I'm above the law
And if ain't there yet then you know I never stop
If you wanna give up now go ahead that's you call
911 for emergency
I'm looking for your problem but I don't see
Bitch are you trippin' what the f*ck you mean
You do you and I'll do me
I put it all behind
I ain't tryna get the Glock
And I miss the summertime
Cuz the heats on my back
I been grinding out and I been doin' all this my way
I'm just waiting for my shit to blow like it's Pompeii
My flow like lava after all that shit erupted
Hold on let me finish I ain't taking interruptions
No I don't care for your judgement
I ain't got play this ugly
Turn the heat up like an oven
I ain't do this all for nothin
Beat switch up but I'm still vibin'
Mood switched up but I'm 'till ridin'
I don't choke no need for Heimlich
You know I ain't even trying
Fully automatic flow like bullets it don't matter tho
And I can find another hoe and I am so in touchable and I don't matter where I go
Cuz I can still put on a show
And speaking of I gotta go
Cuz you know I am on a roll
F*ck
F*ck wit me f*ck wit me f*ck wit me
You wanna f*ck you know I agree
You in my head
Like the reason
Lincoln dead
That's the last time
You by my side
Your hand in mine
I feel alive
You on my right
Now you have left
I'm so upset
I'm feeling dead
I mean I'm a family guy so I guess I'm getting canceled
Askin if got bars I wrote this for an answer
And you're getting so annoying and it's killing me like cancer
Like woah
I'm throw it up let it drop
Like woah
Imma get your girl on my cock
Let's go
I just heard the door it's a knock
Oh no
She said the back door unlocked
Tip toe
And I'm gone
But I hit it from the back
And I left through the back
And I'm never goin back
Cuz all that shit wack
I ain't tryna meet yo dad
You wanna do it in the car
Well get in the back
Put on your seat belt this gonna be a bumpy ride
I ain't tryna sleep well I'm hit it all night
You said do what you want
So lemme have my fun
And I bring the smoke wit no blunt
And listen up I'm not done
There's nowhere left to go if I'm already on top
I'm feelin like a criminal but I'm above the law
And if ain't there yet then you know I never stop
If you wanna give up now go ahead that's you call
911 for emergency
I'm looking for your problem but I don't see
Bitch are you trippin' what the f*ck you mean
You do you and I'll do me
I put it all behind
I ain't tryna get the Glock
And I miss the summertime
Cuz the heats on my back
I been grinding out and I been doin' all this my way
I'm just waiting for my shit to blow like it's Pompeii
My flow like lava after all that shit erupted
Hold on let me finish I ain't taking interruptions
No I don't care for your judgement
I ain't got play this ugly
Turn the heat up like an oven
I ain't do this all for nothin
Beat switch up but I'm still vibin'
Mood switched up but I'm 'till ridin'
I don't choke no need for Heimlich
You know I ain't even trying
Fully automatic flow like bullets it don't matter tho
And I can find another hoe and I am so in touchable and I don't matter where I go
Cuz I can still put on a show
And speaking of I gotta go
Cuz you know I am on a roll
F*ck
F*ck wit me f*ck wit me f*ck wit me
You wanna f*ck you know I agree
You in my head
Like the reason
Lincoln dead
That's the last time
You by my side
Your hand in mine
I feel alive
You on my right
Now you have left
I'm so upset
I'm feeling dead
Writer: Zachary Rickwood
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid