Verse 1: Lil Ginger
That's me on the track
Comin', run it right back
Yellin' "Kayyo came back"
Make you have a heart attack
Snipers snipin' at yo door
Back in 1994
I'm the modern day snipers
You're the rat, I'm the piper
Blast blast blast blast
At ya runnin' through my hood
Bags bags bags bags
Out in fuckin' Hollywood
Run it back back back
Like a quarter back back
Flip heads, then tails
Give my quarter back back
Back back
That verse was pretty fast
Don't fuck with the clout
Less you wanna hear the blast
Don't you dare fuck with me
Or I'll put you on blast
You ain't Future, you're the past
I'm the future, yes the last
I ain't been here too long
But I'm already the best
When they hear the fire playlist
They think "Who is Kanye West?"
I'm a motherfuckin' kingpin
You hittas is the pillow
Shoes sharp I call em kingman
My house look like a zillow
If you wanna fuckin' know
How tha motherfuck it goes
Go and ask ya fuckin' hoe
She'll say how it fuckin' go
First left, then right
We up all night
It's a roll of the dice
She do a whatever I like
God damn damn damn
Quick like sand sand sand
She need a man man man
That she can stand stand stand
Snortin' blow off ya hoe
Green light, that's go
Red light, that's stop
Red and blue be the opps
We don't need em
Hook: Lil Ginger
I'm just fuckin' all my bitches one plus one that's threesome
And I fuckin' saw your mans house, I wouldn't wanna be him
Fucked her once then fucked her twice, raced your man, I guess I beat him
I'm just fuckin' all my bitches one plus one that's a threesome
Verse 2: Lil Ginger
Young Kobe on the track
Countin' bricks, countin' stacks
Got yo bitch in the back
Got her face on my lap
All I do is spit flames
All I do is make em mad
I'll I do is run the game
Punctuate with a dab
Paper flyin' in the air
All a hitta ever wanted
Flyin' with the Nike airs
Always warned y'all I'd be ballin'
Kobe spittin' on the beat
Rodney King with the riots
All you do is take defeat
And I win, maybe try it
Fuck golf, fuck Wang
Fuck ya bitch, hall of fame
Fuck Drizzy, fuck Wayne
Fuck the daughter of Ames
Ain't sorry for dissin' y'all
Sorry but I'm tryna ball
So I'm I'm dissin' all of y'all
And I'm watchin' you all fall
I'm just tryna go hard
Play my music, pretty hard
My life built a house of cards
Stayin' standin's pretty hard
Shootin' at y'all like war
But I ain't got no war paint
Yea ya girl she a whore
I see sounds, I make her paint
Hook: Lil Ginger
I'm just fuckin' all my bitches one plus one that's threesome
And I fuckin' saw your mans house, I wouldn't wanna be him
Fucked her once then fucked her twice, raced your man, I guess I beat him
I'm just fuckin' all my bitches one plus one that's a threesome
That's me on the track
Comin', run it right back
Yellin' "Kayyo came back"
Make you have a heart attack
Snipers snipin' at yo door
Back in 1994
I'm the modern day snipers
You're the rat, I'm the piper
Blast blast blast blast
At ya runnin' through my hood
Bags bags bags bags
Out in fuckin' Hollywood
Run it back back back
Like a quarter back back
Flip heads, then tails
Give my quarter back back
Back back
That verse was pretty fast
Don't fuck with the clout
Less you wanna hear the blast
Don't you dare fuck with me
Or I'll put you on blast
You ain't Future, you're the past
I'm the future, yes the last
I ain't been here too long
But I'm already the best
When they hear the fire playlist
They think "Who is Kanye West?"
I'm a motherfuckin' kingpin
You hittas is the pillow
Shoes sharp I call em kingman
My house look like a zillow
If you wanna fuckin' know
How tha motherfuck it goes
Go and ask ya fuckin' hoe
She'll say how it fuckin' go
First left, then right
We up all night
It's a roll of the dice
She do a whatever I like
God damn damn damn
Quick like sand sand sand
She need a man man man
That she can stand stand stand
Snortin' blow off ya hoe
Green light, that's go
Red light, that's stop
Red and blue be the opps
We don't need em
Hook: Lil Ginger
I'm just fuckin' all my bitches one plus one that's threesome
And I fuckin' saw your mans house, I wouldn't wanna be him
Fucked her once then fucked her twice, raced your man, I guess I beat him
I'm just fuckin' all my bitches one plus one that's a threesome
Verse 2: Lil Ginger
Young Kobe on the track
Countin' bricks, countin' stacks
Got yo bitch in the back
Got her face on my lap
All I do is spit flames
All I do is make em mad
I'll I do is run the game
Punctuate with a dab
Paper flyin' in the air
All a hitta ever wanted
Flyin' with the Nike airs
Always warned y'all I'd be ballin'
Kobe spittin' on the beat
Rodney King with the riots
All you do is take defeat
And I win, maybe try it
Fuck golf, fuck Wang
Fuck ya bitch, hall of fame
Fuck Drizzy, fuck Wayne
Fuck the daughter of Ames
Ain't sorry for dissin' y'all
Sorry but I'm tryna ball
So I'm I'm dissin' all of y'all
And I'm watchin' you all fall
I'm just tryna go hard
Play my music, pretty hard
My life built a house of cards
Stayin' standin's pretty hard
Shootin' at y'all like war
But I ain't got no war paint
Yea ya girl she a whore
I see sounds, I make her paint
Hook: Lil Ginger
I'm just fuckin' all my bitches one plus one that's threesome
And I fuckin' saw your mans house, I wouldn't wanna be him
Fucked her once then fucked her twice, raced your man, I guess I beat him
I'm just fuckin' all my bitches one plus one that's a threesome
( Kob Blonder )
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