[Intro: ClassicCrazy & Us3rn4mee]
Two kings bout to drop a hot one
Ya'll ready for this?
Brrah-rah-rah-rah
Yeah, so
[Verse 1: ClassicCrazy]
So as we know, way down below
All the haters pumped up, and get drop kicked like Geronimo
Living on the top so far the sky can go
I freestyle better than crazy kid bobby wrote
Spitting all these bars, I already got the notes with the flow
Gonna get myself a new honor roll
Grinding so hard one day I'ma be rich
Don't you try to test me kid, or you'll get a stitch
Hopped up in the Corvette cause your bitch ass wear a corset
You say you like sport and cloths but you really can’t afford it
You don't even got the dough, get the fuck up out my store bitch
I got racks on racks on racks on racks and you cannot touch it
Bitch
[Verse 2: Us3rn4mee]
Us3rn4mee, I be hopping on the track
ClassicCrazy needed help so I said that I got his back
I just pulled up to the crib
He just made me pop off bitch
All these bitches want my money
They just wanna be rich
I'm like Uzi, all this dough
I feel like a hypebeast
All this drip, I can spit, pull up in the rari
Matte black, riding fast, diamonds on my body
Going fast, whiplash, I do not say sorry
I pull out the gold bars, and then all the bitches want me
I can spit like Carti, then I make a fucking star beam
All these hits on Spotti, yeah, all these people like me
When I'm on the radio, all these haters hating
When I’m in the studio, I know that I am winning
I got so much fucking dough, that you know I be buying
Gucci chain, new diamond ring, and I just got some new grills
Do not fuck with me or crazy, or you will pay the bills
[Verse 3: ClassicCrazy]
Yeah loaded up the shawty, I’m aboutta to get a body
If you think that you slick I'ma hit u with a dotty
R.I.P to Juice, I think these pills killin' me
Man I met this bitch and omg she fine she so thick
When I mess her up, I got myself some new cole bricks
VVS my name, my diamonds, and my rollie on my wrist
Slaying these haters like I'm a mother fuckin rockstar
If you pull up on us we goin pop you like a Poptart
Rollie on my wrist (ayy), diamonds on my bitch (ayy)
I don’t give a shit, show up to your party
Uninvited, sorry
Pull up, meet me with my friends, we all in the ally
We gon bring the drugs, and we get high off the molly
If you hit the floor, oh shit, I do not say sorry
[Verse 4: Us3rn4mee]
Yeah he don’t say sorry
I got 23 on my back, yeah feel like I am ballin'
Got so much Balenci on me, I’m a fucking hypebeast
Everyone be staring, but they all just do not like me
Passing them so fast, they can’t even sight me
Spotlight shining on me, feel like I’m a movie star
Now there's paparazzi, flashing pictures at me
Broskie tryna size me, now they wanna fight me
Told him meet me in the alley
Drop him like a body
All these bitches, shit to me
They just wanna try me
Til’ I get my paycheck, then they act like they my homie
Just forget it, homie
Gotta end this with a banger
You no longer know me
[Outro: ClassicCrazy & Us3rn4mee]
G-Ski’s fuck the freeskis, boutta get her, she don’t know me
VVS all on my neck, she just wanna be me
They just wanna be me, feelin like John Cena because they cannot see me
Money stuffed in my jeans, feel like it is all free
Everywhere I look I see bitches and they want me, they just want the money so get the fuck up off me
Diamonds on my wrist
Ayy, gold chain on my bitch
Ayy, we are both so rich
Do not be a snitch
If you pop up to the club, we gon' smoke you like a blunt
Fuck your gang and fuck you, your a fucking ugly cunt
If you think you better than us, you gon' be wrong bruh
Niggas nowadays they think that they own shit
But then when you check, they really a broke bitch
This is not your spot, you better get fucking rich
Everything you know about us, we are better known
Bitch
Two kings bout to drop a hot one
Ya'll ready for this?
Brrah-rah-rah-rah
Yeah, so
[Verse 1: ClassicCrazy]
So as we know, way down below
All the haters pumped up, and get drop kicked like Geronimo
Living on the top so far the sky can go
I freestyle better than crazy kid bobby wrote
Spitting all these bars, I already got the notes with the flow
Gonna get myself a new honor roll
Grinding so hard one day I'ma be rich
Don't you try to test me kid, or you'll get a stitch
Hopped up in the Corvette cause your bitch ass wear a corset
You say you like sport and cloths but you really can’t afford it
You don't even got the dough, get the fuck up out my store bitch
I got racks on racks on racks on racks and you cannot touch it
Bitch
[Verse 2: Us3rn4mee]
Us3rn4mee, I be hopping on the track
ClassicCrazy needed help so I said that I got his back
I just pulled up to the crib
He just made me pop off bitch
All these bitches want my money
They just wanna be rich
I'm like Uzi, all this dough
I feel like a hypebeast
All this drip, I can spit, pull up in the rari
Matte black, riding fast, diamonds on my body
Going fast, whiplash, I do not say sorry
I pull out the gold bars, and then all the bitches want me
I can spit like Carti, then I make a fucking star beam
All these hits on Spotti, yeah, all these people like me
When I'm on the radio, all these haters hating
When I’m in the studio, I know that I am winning
I got so much fucking dough, that you know I be buying
Gucci chain, new diamond ring, and I just got some new grills
Do not fuck with me or crazy, or you will pay the bills
[Verse 3: ClassicCrazy]
Yeah loaded up the shawty, I’m aboutta to get a body
If you think that you slick I'ma hit u with a dotty
R.I.P to Juice, I think these pills killin' me
Man I met this bitch and omg she fine she so thick
When I mess her up, I got myself some new cole bricks
VVS my name, my diamonds, and my rollie on my wrist
Slaying these haters like I'm a mother fuckin rockstar
If you pull up on us we goin pop you like a Poptart
Rollie on my wrist (ayy), diamonds on my bitch (ayy)
I don’t give a shit, show up to your party
Uninvited, sorry
Pull up, meet me with my friends, we all in the ally
We gon bring the drugs, and we get high off the molly
If you hit the floor, oh shit, I do not say sorry
[Verse 4: Us3rn4mee]
Yeah he don’t say sorry
I got 23 on my back, yeah feel like I am ballin'
Got so much Balenci on me, I’m a fucking hypebeast
Everyone be staring, but they all just do not like me
Passing them so fast, they can’t even sight me
Spotlight shining on me, feel like I’m a movie star
Now there's paparazzi, flashing pictures at me
Broskie tryna size me, now they wanna fight me
Told him meet me in the alley
Drop him like a body
All these bitches, shit to me
They just wanna try me
Til’ I get my paycheck, then they act like they my homie
Just forget it, homie
Gotta end this with a banger
You no longer know me
[Outro: ClassicCrazy & Us3rn4mee]
G-Ski’s fuck the freeskis, boutta get her, she don’t know me
VVS all on my neck, she just wanna be me
They just wanna be me, feelin like John Cena because they cannot see me
Money stuffed in my jeans, feel like it is all free
Everywhere I look I see bitches and they want me, they just want the money so get the fuck up off me
Diamonds on my wrist
Ayy, gold chain on my bitch
Ayy, we are both so rich
Do not be a snitch
If you pop up to the club, we gon' smoke you like a blunt
Fuck your gang and fuck you, your a fucking ugly cunt
If you think you better than us, you gon' be wrong bruh
Niggas nowadays they think that they own shit
But then when you check, they really a broke bitch
This is not your spot, you better get fucking rich
Everything you know about us, we are better known
Bitch
( ClassicCrazy )
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