I ain't groovin lets not pretend
All I do is win cuz losing is like a sin
I'm just movin' em with my music. I'm using it like the wind
I'm just doing it for the win
Get em...
Pull up in that thing and I fly by
You know I got to be fly guy
I'm in the sky and I glide by
Getting it popping like Popeye
Peep everything I got 9 eyes
Talking that shit. Oh, you lie lie
I'm keeping it clean like it's tie die
That regular shit is a no no
I'm high out the ozone
Action packed like a Go Pro
Your raps they be so so
So so like J.Dupri
Too gone can't stay with me
Bad chick yeah she stay with me
Burn shit to the 8th degree
Off top how I rip shit
Klassix drop we don't miss shit
Got me feeling like a misfit
Black body blue tint shit
"A hah" Me every damn track
Can't even let my jeans slack
Top notch I mean that
Hot shit I bleed that
Ooh... Knucky
Back on my get em shit, call up the hitters shit
F*ck all the subs or the internet beef, you'll be settling differences
Lil' bitch, blood on my sneak so it ain't no coincidence, I got a whole different vision
Purge on the track, where I murder that beat think my soul need a cleansing
Con in this bitch, how he cooking that beat yeah it sound like a blessing
I'll smack the shit out a nigga with all that lil' hype. I ain't with all that yelling
Who the f*ck you disrespecting? If I test a nigga that's what he requested
I got ya baby mom best friending, she told you jokers we only on friend shit
Sucka... calm down with that hype shit. You ain't really trying to fight bitch
Im that right nigga for that wrong shit, beat the track until the drums quit
You wanna argue like a drunk bitch, I leave a nigga punch drunk quick, run up on us if you want bitch
Told you we taking no losses, we popping something awesome. Told me get em then I torched em
How the f*ck can they compare? We popping off as a dolo and we popping off as a pair
Klassix!