So you messin with the kids
Know the flows so legit
And forget about the paper cause we broke as shit
Well, enough to get by
Enough for some food and a way to get high
So you know the reply
Get enough for a scuttle in a huddle run a puddle and get away before your ass gets in trouble
(Make it double)
No Team Rocket shit
But we Blastin off bitch
Jimmy Neutron shit (gotta blast)
You know we tryna get biiig
But not in the ego
Killin dudes with green blasts like I'm Sheego
This shit evil
Toxic gas, this shit lethal
But know that I'm actually quite peaceful
Quite peaceful
But I'll hit a nigga in the back that's a fact from the fact that he lacks the intuition and skill to keep from Being wack, so he slacks in his slacks at his office job in fact that the racks that he lacks will never fall in his Lap
That's fact
Bitch
That's average
I ain't tryna live like that
Shit
Tryna be a Maverick
Not the NBA, don't really mess with 2K
I don't play
That shit
But I'll ball bitch
No Spalden
But I'll f*ck the beat up like it's my
Calling
I'm all in
Never die, never
Fallin
But I'll fall in
Jump bitch
Bitch go jump
Tryna go, go head and front
Jump jump
Go head and jump
Imma take all you want
Oh shit, so I'm going in
My homie killed this beat, call me Indian
Don't want a quick treat, give me everything
Yeah I want that beef, better fillet me in
With the fillet mignon
Call me Johnny Storm, cause I'm flaming on
This the type of shit that they be laying on
No sleeping, so you better lay me on
Or you're a Lameon
That's a Eeveelution
No class, no hope, he be losing
We fast, we dope, we keep it smooth and
If you give me a pen I'ma kick it Beastie Boy
Body Movin, yeah your boys electric
Hypnotic, robotic, a rocket shit equipped with
Chip controlled psychotic missiles
Couldn't stop the kid, so just stop it
I foresee me winning, I'm a prophet
These fakers' only in it for the profit
They the type that they don't try but they knock it
Like the story about the wrist, you should watch it
I ain't hearing it, my minds clear
I spit out the curse and right my wrongs here
Just let me go from right to wrong
Fear is what you dogs feel
Consuming your mind, I eat you alive
I leave you behind a shell
You can tell anybody
No one is listening, know that I'm gifted
Off yourself kid, I'll strike off my hitlist
I intend to stay lifted, I'm here to live, my all's what i give
Just let me know and I'll show with a verse that's well written cause I'm eloquent!
Someone hit the B switch
You know you bein a b-itch
I see you tryna scratch that Bee itch
You know how Bee spit
You niggas should just Bee-quit
Eating at a banquet you know that we be lit
Know that we be lit
We super stars, you just C-list
Ooooh my god, we facetious
Cool but nah, you can't see us
Get them Kelly's like Regis
Sparking four sabers like Grievous
And your bitch about to please us
Never mind about that last line
You can ignore it like your teacher
Cause you niggas never learn, put your ass in an urn, make you see god, turn you into a believer
Now lemme take a breather, peace nerd
Absurd
We about to stack the big cheese, Ed Wunsler
I once heard
Little bird chirped on a nigga, bout to feed just deserts
Gone preacher
Just trying to get a gold chain and a white T-shirt
Egyptian cotton, I'm ballin
Watch me rockin them balmains
Dreams never cease into reality
Ain't no fallacy
Our bars rip at seams
Dudes lose their balance when they get hit by the beam
Jump bitch
Bitch go jump
Tryna go, go head and front
Jump jump
Go head and jump
Imma take all you want
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So you messin with the kids
Know the flows so legit
And forget about the paper cause we broke as shit
Well, enough to get by
Enough for some food and a way to get high
So you know the reply
Get enough for a scuttle in a huddle run a puddle and get away before your ass gets in trouble
(Make it double)
No Team Rocket shit
But we Blastin off bitch
Jimmy Neutron shit (gotta blast)
You know we tryna get biiig
But not in the ego
Killin dudes with green blasts like I'm Sheego
This shit evil
Toxic gas, this shit lethal
But know that I'm actually quite peaceful
Quite peaceful
But I'll hit a nigga in the back that's a fact from the fact that he lacks the intuition and skill to keep from Being wack, so he slacks in his slacks at his office job in fact that the racks that he lacks will never fall in his Lap
That's fact
Bitch
That's average
I ain't tryna live like that
Shit
Tryna be a Maverick
Not the NBA, don't really mess with 2K
I don't play
That shit
But I'll ball bitch
No Spalden
But I'll f*ck the beat up like it's my
Calling
I'm all in
Never die, never
Fallin
But I'll fall in
Jump bitch
Bitch go jump
Tryna go, go head and front
Jump jump
Go head and jump
Imma take all you want
Oh shit, so I'm going in
My homie killed this beat, call me Indian
Don't want a quick treat, give me everything
Yeah I want that beef, better fillet me in
With the fillet mignon
Call me Johnny Storm, cause I'm flaming on
This the type of shit that they be laying on
No sleeping, so you better lay me on
Or you're a Lameon
That's a Eeveelution
No class, no hope, he be losing
We fast, we dope, we keep it smooth and
If you give me a pen I'ma kick it Beastie Boy
Body Movin, yeah your boys electric
Hypnotic, robotic, a rocket shit equipped with
Chip controlled psychotic missiles
Couldn't stop the kid, so just stop it
I foresee me winning, I'm a prophet
These fakers' only in it for the profit
They the type that they don't try but they knock it
Like the story about the wrist, you should watch it
I ain't hearing it, my minds clear
I spit out the curse and right my wrongs here
Just let me go from right to wrong
Fear is what you dogs feel
Consuming your mind, I eat you alive
I leave you behind a shell
You can tell anybody
No one is listening, know that I'm gifted
Off yourself kid, I'll strike off my hitlist
I intend to stay lifted, I'm here to live, my all's what i give
Just let me know and I'll show with a verse that's well written cause I'm eloquent!
Someone hit the B switch
You know you bein a b-itch
I see you tryna scratch that Bee itch
You know how Bee spit
You niggas should just Bee-quit
Eating at a banquet you know that we be lit
Know that we be lit
We super stars, you just C-list
Ooooh my god, we facetious
Cool but nah, you can't see us
Get them Kelly's like Regis
Sparking four sabers like Grievous
And your bitch about to please us
Never mind about that last line
You can ignore it like your teacher
Cause you niggas never learn, put your ass in an urn, make you see god, turn you into a believer
Now lemme take a breather, peace nerd
Absurd
We about to stack the big cheese, Ed Wunsler
I once heard
Little bird chirped on a nigga, bout to feed just deserts
Gone preacher
Just trying to get a gold chain and a white T-shirt
Egyptian cotton, I'm ballin
Watch me rockin them balmains
Dreams never cease into reality
Ain't no fallacy
Our bars rip at seams
Dudes lose their balance when they get hit by the beam
Jump bitch
Bitch go jump
Tryna go, go head and front
Jump jump
Go head and jump
Imma take all you want
Know the flows so legit
And forget about the paper cause we broke as shit
Well, enough to get by
Enough for some food and a way to get high
So you know the reply
Get enough for a scuttle in a huddle run a puddle and get away before your ass gets in trouble
(Make it double)
No Team Rocket shit
But we Blastin off bitch
Jimmy Neutron shit (gotta blast)
You know we tryna get biiig
But not in the ego
Killin dudes with green blasts like I'm Sheego
This shit evil
Toxic gas, this shit lethal
But know that I'm actually quite peaceful
Quite peaceful
But I'll hit a nigga in the back that's a fact from the fact that he lacks the intuition and skill to keep from Being wack, so he slacks in his slacks at his office job in fact that the racks that he lacks will never fall in his Lap
That's fact
Bitch
That's average
I ain't tryna live like that
Shit
Tryna be a Maverick
Not the NBA, don't really mess with 2K
I don't play
That shit
But I'll ball bitch
No Spalden
But I'll f*ck the beat up like it's my
Calling
I'm all in
Never die, never
Fallin
But I'll fall in
Jump bitch
Bitch go jump
Tryna go, go head and front
Jump jump
Go head and jump
Imma take all you want
Oh shit, so I'm going in
My homie killed this beat, call me Indian
Don't want a quick treat, give me everything
Yeah I want that beef, better fillet me in
With the fillet mignon
Call me Johnny Storm, cause I'm flaming on
This the type of shit that they be laying on
No sleeping, so you better lay me on
Or you're a Lameon
That's a Eeveelution
No class, no hope, he be losing
We fast, we dope, we keep it smooth and
If you give me a pen I'ma kick it Beastie Boy
Body Movin, yeah your boys electric
Hypnotic, robotic, a rocket shit equipped with
Chip controlled psychotic missiles
Couldn't stop the kid, so just stop it
I foresee me winning, I'm a prophet
These fakers' only in it for the profit
They the type that they don't try but they knock it
Like the story about the wrist, you should watch it
I ain't hearing it, my minds clear
I spit out the curse and right my wrongs here
Just let me go from right to wrong
Fear is what you dogs feel
Consuming your mind, I eat you alive
I leave you behind a shell
You can tell anybody
No one is listening, know that I'm gifted
Off yourself kid, I'll strike off my hitlist
I intend to stay lifted, I'm here to live, my all's what i give
Just let me know and I'll show with a verse that's well written cause I'm eloquent!
Someone hit the B switch
You know you bein a b-itch
I see you tryna scratch that Bee itch
You know how Bee spit
You niggas should just Bee-quit
Eating at a banquet you know that we be lit
Know that we be lit
We super stars, you just C-list
Ooooh my god, we facetious
Cool but nah, you can't see us
Get them Kelly's like Regis
Sparking four sabers like Grievous
And your bitch about to please us
Never mind about that last line
You can ignore it like your teacher
Cause you niggas never learn, put your ass in an urn, make you see god, turn you into a believer
Now lemme take a breather, peace nerd
Absurd
We about to stack the big cheese, Ed Wunsler
I once heard
Little bird chirped on a nigga, bout to feed just deserts
Gone preacher
Just trying to get a gold chain and a white T-shirt
Egyptian cotton, I'm ballin
Watch me rockin them balmains
Dreams never cease into reality
Ain't no fallacy
Our bars rip at seams
Dudes lose their balance when they get hit by the beam
Jump bitch
Bitch go jump
Tryna go, go head and front
Jump jump
Go head and jump
Imma take all you want
Writer: B*dot*jeff
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid