2020, nigga, I'm watching the 2020 all-star dumb car
C god living amongst mortal men who sin
C god living amongst mortal men who sin
Nigga, tap in if you buying more than ten
CB in the kitchen, just know I'm at it again
Get slick slick, and I'm testing out your chin
Niggas get shot, but they telling y'all they shooters
Up aboard a rooster, slap 'em in they smooches
Pounds he can't see, a stash bop in the whip
Hit the brakes in the hash, the lights, the dash flip
Na, I'm the rarest specimen you ever seen
Check the evidence, I am not a human being
Self-made na, I don't need no machine
They leave rappers face down in the mainstream
Up shit's creek, won't nobody hear him scream
Send me naked pictures and show me her nipple rings
C nouveau and a kid, and I can lose a nouveau ring
FBI SWcT team, and my hood don't stink
Bop with the key, he told us routine
Kidnap him now, he must face the guillotine
Put the steel to him like Bishop in Juice scenes
Once I'm done with her, I'm passing her to the team
But for the pale boy, stay plop while ns sleep
I'm the only lion in the room amongst sheep
Television brainwashing, na, shit deep
Instagram pecking real n*s off the street
Pocket cell phone, my pockets on very tall
My nigga, that's deep, now tell me what's beef
But tell like I ain't vegan when it go down I be
When you fell off, who put you back on your feet?
Instagram public for ns who wanna peep
Gave y'all the game, now you must pay a fee
Ling swept from Monday, you ns don't make me humble you
Self-made, nothing like them niggas you got under you
Cause I came to bring the pain on that bullshit
Dick all in yo bitch mouth like a juice stick
J.R.E., ns get f*cked with the food stick
Bitch-ass ns on park, they won't do shit
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Huh, yeah, uh, here we go
Look, look, look
I say cash rules everything around me, cream
Dope so good, I can control the fiend
F*ck n***a nightmare, a bad bitch dream
F*ck her 'til she scream, make her feel it in her dreams
Yeah, yeah, uh, look
Cause I came to bring the pain on that bullshit
Dick all in yo bitch mouth like a juice stick
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2020, nigga, I'm watching the 2020 all-star dumb car
C god living amongst mortal men who sin
C god living amongst mortal men who sin
Nigga, tap in if you buying more than ten
CB in the kitchen, just know I'm at it again
Get slick slick, and I'm testing out your chin
Niggas get shot, but they telling y'all they shooters
Up aboard a rooster, slap 'em in they smooches
Pounds he can't see, a stash bop in the whip
Hit the brakes in the hash, the lights, the dash flip
Na, I'm the rarest specimen you ever seen
Check the evidence, I am not a human being
Self-made na, I don't need no machine
They leave rappers face down in the mainstream
Up shit's creek, won't nobody hear him scream
Send me naked pictures and show me her nipple rings
C nouveau and a kid, and I can lose a nouveau ring
FBI SWcT team, and my hood don't stink
Bop with the key, he told us routine
Kidnap him now, he must face the guillotine
Put the steel to him like Bishop in Juice scenes
Once I'm done with her, I'm passing her to the team
But for the pale boy, stay plop while ns sleep
I'm the only lion in the room amongst sheep
Television brainwashing, na, shit deep
Instagram pecking real n*s off the street
Pocket cell phone, my pockets on very tall
My nigga, that's deep, now tell me what's beef
But tell like I ain't vegan when it go down I be
When you fell off, who put you back on your feet?
Instagram public for ns who wanna peep
Gave y'all the game, now you must pay a fee
Ling swept from Monday, you ns don't make me humble you
Self-made, nothing like them niggas you got under you
Cause I came to bring the pain on that bullshit
Dick all in yo bitch mouth like a juice stick
J.R.E., ns get f*cked with the food stick
Bitch-ass ns on park, they won't do shit
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Huh, yeah, uh, here we go
Look, look, look
I say cash rules everything around me, cream
Dope so good, I can control the fiend
F*ck n***a nightmare, a bad bitch dream
F*ck her 'til she scream, make her feel it in her dreams
Yeah, yeah, uh, look
Cause I came to bring the pain on that bullshit
Dick all in yo bitch mouth like a juice stick
C god living amongst mortal men who sin
C god living amongst mortal men who sin
Nigga, tap in if you buying more than ten
CB in the kitchen, just know I'm at it again
Get slick slick, and I'm testing out your chin
Niggas get shot, but they telling y'all they shooters
Up aboard a rooster, slap 'em in they smooches
Pounds he can't see, a stash bop in the whip
Hit the brakes in the hash, the lights, the dash flip
Na, I'm the rarest specimen you ever seen
Check the evidence, I am not a human being
Self-made na, I don't need no machine
They leave rappers face down in the mainstream
Up shit's creek, won't nobody hear him scream
Send me naked pictures and show me her nipple rings
C nouveau and a kid, and I can lose a nouveau ring
FBI SWcT team, and my hood don't stink
Bop with the key, he told us routine
Kidnap him now, he must face the guillotine
Put the steel to him like Bishop in Juice scenes
Once I'm done with her, I'm passing her to the team
But for the pale boy, stay plop while ns sleep
I'm the only lion in the room amongst sheep
Television brainwashing, na, shit deep
Instagram pecking real n*s off the street
Pocket cell phone, my pockets on very tall
My nigga, that's deep, now tell me what's beef
But tell like I ain't vegan when it go down I be
When you fell off, who put you back on your feet?
Instagram public for ns who wanna peep
Gave y'all the game, now you must pay a fee
Ling swept from Monday, you ns don't make me humble you
Self-made, nothing like them niggas you got under you
Cause I came to bring the pain on that bullshit
Dick all in yo bitch mouth like a juice stick
J.R.E., ns get f*cked with the food stick
Bitch-ass ns on park, they won't do shit
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Huh, yeah, uh, here we go
Look, look, look
I say cash rules everything around me, cream
Dope so good, I can control the fiend
F*ck n***a nightmare, a bad bitch dream
F*ck her 'til she scream, make her feel it in her dreams
Yeah, yeah, uh, look
Cause I came to bring the pain on that bullshit
Dick all in yo bitch mouth like a juice stick
Writer: Dante Farrar
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management