Your bitch said that it's nice to meet me
I gave her the works
I had her screaming louder than the tv
She was going berserk
Now when I ride by they wave when they see me
That shit for the birds
I'm in the studio four in the a.m. it's a f*cking party baby tell a friend
I'm on another level trynna flood the bezel been elevated my state of mind
The hoes I hit they get left dishelved then it's back to working I'm rolling pine
Moon rocks got me feelin fine
Stupid dutches I'm dumb high
Gas in the ball mason jar that's a can of spinach I'm Popeye
Up in the sky where you find me
I know I'm the flyest you need not remind me should call me your highness
Feel high and I'm mighty
I'm stronger than all of you rappers combining
Though I got the juice it's hard to divide it
Don't question the quota
Moving in silence
Hustle on mute we stuck in a loop
Collecting the product and counting the profit bitch
Your bitch said that it's nice to meet me
I gave her the works
I had her screaming louder than the tv
She was going berserk
Now when I ride by they wave when they see me
That shit for the birds
I'm in the studio four in the a.m. it's a f*cking party baby tell a friend
I mean like something told me better get
To work a new sound profound when it hit the dirt
Cuz ain't nobody got a story like mine to tell
So pass the mic to me I don't mind it well
Just got home did a couple of months still on edge
So I gotta blow a couple of blunts
I ain't drank shit yet but a couple of brews
I don't really wanna give a motherf*cker the blues ain't no sad shit
Man I'm talking bruises hit him with a jab 'till he cannot compute shit
Homie compute this
This ain't a threat it's a friendly reminder you don't wanna do this
I'll win the fight and still come back with deuces
Tell me I'm cappin put caps in your crews fit
I am a savage I could sink a cruise ship
Down goes Titanic
Man I never even planned shit
I woke up one day and felt like the man with that shit
I ran like f*ck Uncle Sam I get paid in cash it's always in advance
Stacking money to the ceiling got me feelin right
Codeine up in a double cup it'll be a hell of a night
I'm tellin you like the fact that I'm killin the mic
On top of that man it's saturday night
So let's party
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Your bitch said that it's nice to meet me
I gave her the works
I had her screaming louder than the tv
She was going berserk
Now when I ride by they wave when they see me
That shit for the birds
I'm in the studio four in the a.m. it's a f*cking party baby tell a friend
I'm on another level trynna flood the bezel been elevated my state of mind
The hoes I hit they get left dishelved then it's back to working I'm rolling pine
Moon rocks got me feelin fine
Stupid dutches I'm dumb high
Gas in the ball mason jar that's a can of spinach I'm Popeye
Up in the sky where you find me
I know I'm the flyest you need not remind me should call me your highness
Feel high and I'm mighty
I'm stronger than all of you rappers combining
Though I got the juice it's hard to divide it
Don't question the quota
Moving in silence
Hustle on mute we stuck in a loop
Collecting the product and counting the profit bitch
Your bitch said that it's nice to meet me
I gave her the works
I had her screaming louder than the tv
She was going berserk
Now when I ride by they wave when they see me
That shit for the birds
I'm in the studio four in the a.m. it's a f*cking party baby tell a friend
I mean like something told me better get
To work a new sound profound when it hit the dirt
Cuz ain't nobody got a story like mine to tell
So pass the mic to me I don't mind it well
Just got home did a couple of months still on edge
So I gotta blow a couple of blunts
I ain't drank shit yet but a couple of brews
I don't really wanna give a motherf*cker the blues ain't no sad shit
Man I'm talking bruises hit him with a jab 'till he cannot compute shit
Homie compute this
This ain't a threat it's a friendly reminder you don't wanna do this
I'll win the fight and still come back with deuces
Tell me I'm cappin put caps in your crews fit
I am a savage I could sink a cruise ship
Down goes Titanic
Man I never even planned shit
I woke up one day and felt like the man with that shit
I ran like f*ck Uncle Sam I get paid in cash it's always in advance
Stacking money to the ceiling got me feelin right
Codeine up in a double cup it'll be a hell of a night
I'm tellin you like the fact that I'm killin the mic
On top of that man it's saturday night
So let's party
I gave her the works
I had her screaming louder than the tv
She was going berserk
Now when I ride by they wave when they see me
That shit for the birds
I'm in the studio four in the a.m. it's a f*cking party baby tell a friend
I'm on another level trynna flood the bezel been elevated my state of mind
The hoes I hit they get left dishelved then it's back to working I'm rolling pine
Moon rocks got me feelin fine
Stupid dutches I'm dumb high
Gas in the ball mason jar that's a can of spinach I'm Popeye
Up in the sky where you find me
I know I'm the flyest you need not remind me should call me your highness
Feel high and I'm mighty
I'm stronger than all of you rappers combining
Though I got the juice it's hard to divide it
Don't question the quota
Moving in silence
Hustle on mute we stuck in a loop
Collecting the product and counting the profit bitch
Your bitch said that it's nice to meet me
I gave her the works
I had her screaming louder than the tv
She was going berserk
Now when I ride by they wave when they see me
That shit for the birds
I'm in the studio four in the a.m. it's a f*cking party baby tell a friend
I mean like something told me better get
To work a new sound profound when it hit the dirt
Cuz ain't nobody got a story like mine to tell
So pass the mic to me I don't mind it well
Just got home did a couple of months still on edge
So I gotta blow a couple of blunts
I ain't drank shit yet but a couple of brews
I don't really wanna give a motherf*cker the blues ain't no sad shit
Man I'm talking bruises hit him with a jab 'till he cannot compute shit
Homie compute this
This ain't a threat it's a friendly reminder you don't wanna do this
I'll win the fight and still come back with deuces
Tell me I'm cappin put caps in your crews fit
I am a savage I could sink a cruise ship
Down goes Titanic
Man I never even planned shit
I woke up one day and felt like the man with that shit
I ran like f*ck Uncle Sam I get paid in cash it's always in advance
Stacking money to the ceiling got me feelin right
Codeine up in a double cup it'll be a hell of a night
I'm tellin you like the fact that I'm killin the mic
On top of that man it's saturday night
So let's party
Writer: Isaiah Brenner
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid