Bitch, you don't understand, so why you running your mouth?
Got this gun in my hand, you try to run in my town?
Now I'm buzzing with bitches, ain't no outrunning me now
They having fun in my whip, guess what they bumping aloud
I'm Mizuchi baby, f*ckin in 2 seats lately
I'm kidding reality tends to fool me crazy
But my cook be tasty, rolling J's in Mercedes
Fresher Goodfellas could reckon that I'm a young Scorsese, wait, nah
Don't try to pass up the God, divinity in motion when I'm rapping a lot
Stacking the lyrics in minutes and now I'm in this and winning,
Flipping cards at the table, one of the women are missing, but wait, look
Lady Luck out the door, if you ain't risking it all then what you playing here for?
I need G's at my round table, King Arthur, my son
CNN after lunch, 'cause there's a slaughter at one
Like murder on the beat, save me baby is what I heard her repeat
Though I'm the villain yea listen they always searching for me
I'm the Lord of the Seas baby, you surfing with me?
Bitch, you don't understand, so why you running your mouth?
Got this gun in my hand, you try to run in my town?
Now I'm buzzing with bitches, ain't no outrunning me now
They having fun in my whip, guess what they bumping aloud
Life is a blunt, now watch how I rip it
Wake up to my music you play my shit like religion
Bring me my death note if you don't f*ck with the vision
Moving so f*cking fast that they should give me a ticket
Blood over my beat, I guess that's gruesome enough
If you still don't believe me then you deluded enough
Dreams with money managers like life is lucid enough
Shut the f*ck up if you doubting, looks like you said enough
Off the chain in my mind, not only in clothes
I got a mind that's so drippy that you could sell it for gold
No longer waiting for miracles to show up on my porch,
Mobbin' so f*cking hard since the day I was born
Little brown boy, out up in the hills one day
Little brown boy, this shit gon' pay my bills one day
All of the crowd noise fill me with the chills one day
But being rich is a state of mind, I got thrills to stay
Bitch, you don't understand, so why you running your mouth?
Got this gun in my hand, you try to run in my town?
Now I'm buzzing with bitches, ain't no outrunning me now
They having fun in my whip, guess what they bumping aloud
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Bitch, you don't understand, so why you running your mouth?
Got this gun in my hand, you try to run in my town?
Now I'm buzzing with bitches, ain't no outrunning me now
They having fun in my whip, guess what they bumping aloud
I'm Mizuchi baby, f*ckin in 2 seats lately
I'm kidding reality tends to fool me crazy
But my cook be tasty, rolling J's in Mercedes
Fresher Goodfellas could reckon that I'm a young Scorsese, wait, nah
Don't try to pass up the God, divinity in motion when I'm rapping a lot
Stacking the lyrics in minutes and now I'm in this and winning,
Flipping cards at the table, one of the women are missing, but wait, look
Lady Luck out the door, if you ain't risking it all then what you playing here for?
I need G's at my round table, King Arthur, my son
CNN after lunch, 'cause there's a slaughter at one
Like murder on the beat, save me baby is what I heard her repeat
Though I'm the villain yea listen they always searching for me
I'm the Lord of the Seas baby, you surfing with me?
Bitch, you don't understand, so why you running your mouth?
Got this gun in my hand, you try to run in my town?
Now I'm buzzing with bitches, ain't no outrunning me now
They having fun in my whip, guess what they bumping aloud
Life is a blunt, now watch how I rip it
Wake up to my music you play my shit like religion
Bring me my death note if you don't f*ck with the vision
Moving so f*cking fast that they should give me a ticket
Blood over my beat, I guess that's gruesome enough
If you still don't believe me then you deluded enough
Dreams with money managers like life is lucid enough
Shut the f*ck up if you doubting, looks like you said enough
Off the chain in my mind, not only in clothes
I got a mind that's so drippy that you could sell it for gold
No longer waiting for miracles to show up on my porch,
Mobbin' so f*cking hard since the day I was born
Little brown boy, out up in the hills one day
Little brown boy, this shit gon' pay my bills one day
All of the crowd noise fill me with the chills one day
But being rich is a state of mind, I got thrills to stay
Bitch, you don't understand, so why you running your mouth?
Got this gun in my hand, you try to run in my town?
Now I'm buzzing with bitches, ain't no outrunning me now
They having fun in my whip, guess what they bumping aloud
Got this gun in my hand, you try to run in my town?
Now I'm buzzing with bitches, ain't no outrunning me now
They having fun in my whip, guess what they bumping aloud
I'm Mizuchi baby, f*ckin in 2 seats lately
I'm kidding reality tends to fool me crazy
But my cook be tasty, rolling J's in Mercedes
Fresher Goodfellas could reckon that I'm a young Scorsese, wait, nah
Don't try to pass up the God, divinity in motion when I'm rapping a lot
Stacking the lyrics in minutes and now I'm in this and winning,
Flipping cards at the table, one of the women are missing, but wait, look
Lady Luck out the door, if you ain't risking it all then what you playing here for?
I need G's at my round table, King Arthur, my son
CNN after lunch, 'cause there's a slaughter at one
Like murder on the beat, save me baby is what I heard her repeat
Though I'm the villain yea listen they always searching for me
I'm the Lord of the Seas baby, you surfing with me?
Bitch, you don't understand, so why you running your mouth?
Got this gun in my hand, you try to run in my town?
Now I'm buzzing with bitches, ain't no outrunning me now
They having fun in my whip, guess what they bumping aloud
Life is a blunt, now watch how I rip it
Wake up to my music you play my shit like religion
Bring me my death note if you don't f*ck with the vision
Moving so f*cking fast that they should give me a ticket
Blood over my beat, I guess that's gruesome enough
If you still don't believe me then you deluded enough
Dreams with money managers like life is lucid enough
Shut the f*ck up if you doubting, looks like you said enough
Off the chain in my mind, not only in clothes
I got a mind that's so drippy that you could sell it for gold
No longer waiting for miracles to show up on my porch,
Mobbin' so f*cking hard since the day I was born
Little brown boy, out up in the hills one day
Little brown boy, this shit gon' pay my bills one day
All of the crowd noise fill me with the chills one day
But being rich is a state of mind, I got thrills to stay
Bitch, you don't understand, so why you running your mouth?
Got this gun in my hand, you try to run in my town?
Now I'm buzzing with bitches, ain't no outrunning me now
They having fun in my whip, guess what they bumping aloud
Writer: Varun Kapadia
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid