[Intro]
Man it's all about living well (Right)
Niggas wanna wavy my energy though
Break apart my stones (Word)
Damn
[Verse 1]
Man this that cake, came in with the dope
Hit hard like Ray, when he came with the coke
When he came with the floaters, old school on skates
Paper thicker than a folder, just dropped last May
Whole EP. Kobe me
Didn't need no team, didn't need no league
Back to back, sessions only, lil' nigga we didn't need no sleep
Four days G., word to me, lil' nigga we didn't need no week
Man this that bet, came in with the flex, no cap like dread
When he came with the (Shhhh)
Too many shooters
Diamonds in the face, too many boogers
Whipping up the base, LA Dodgers
Whipping up the hard like ain't a nigga harder
Problem child nigga yea yeah I'm a problem
Dripping on the scene like a open bottle water
Dababy run the city now that's cool I'm a jogger
I ain't no hater fuck nigga
All my nigga's player plus niggas
Gucci sweatpants with the sweaters
Slick Rick chains on my dresser
Gotta wear a hundred cause I'm extra
Rappin' Mitch merch on me nigga
Rappin' Mitch merch on me nigga
Rappin' Mitch merch on my niggas
Rolling with the hitters
Ain't much changed since high school nigga
Got a little bigger, move to A., green slushy in the blender
Trying to shake the weight, nigga shake
[Hook]
Turn that up
Just that beat though
I don't wanna hear the lyrics
Mother fuck a single
These rappers can't rap kid
They ain't worth lingo
Give it all back to me
Watch me bingo
[Verse 2]
Man this that cake, came in with the smoke Coughing
Twenty packs each day, Nate came with the choke
When he came with the holdup
Neighborhood Kenya go the roll ups
Al cut fades, Teezy made plays
My Mama gave praise, her son whip waves, Joe Sell yah
Tweet hate a nigga cause a nigga never stay
What can a nigga say
Trying to be a better nigga each and every day
Eight ball in the sock draw, weed on the kitchen counter
Bullets in the automatic
Chopper riding digital eliminate the static
Kill 'em all for practice
Niggas wearing mask all March, March madness
Fish-scale in my big vein, Pisces, I was born in the wrong month
Trying hard just to maintain, Wendy's number six and a fruit punch
Label tried to sign a nigga, guess the nigga didn't have enough
I ain't even tripping nigga, shoe tied, can't recollect a fall took
Whip game athletic, sports cars ever year
Big old engine in it, that's metal on the metal gear
Mother fuck a hater nigga R.I.P. forever Kobe
Got me feeling like a Laker nigga, can't a sucker ever cross me
[Hook]
Turn that up
Just that beat though
I don't wanna hear the lyrics
Mother fuck a single
These rappers can't rap kid
They ain't worth lingo
Give it all back to me
Watch me bingo
[Verse 3]
I came with a microwave, leave a potpie cooked
Baby face rollie, just a buss down jook
Cuz this that cake, came in with the stick
Trampoline on me bitch don't make me flip
Don't make me tilt
Like lil' nigga holdup, you can get murdered, like she wrote it
Came in with a what's that
Lil' nigga tripping who does that
At seventeen maybe eighteen Dee had the blue ac
Damn a nigga wreck that
My bad nigga I don't know if I ever said that
If niggas giving credit where the credit at
That's like a hundred motherfucking years
Goddamn why you sweating that
Fuck it, came in with no fucks given
I'm straight off of Tuck, ran in the mud
Barely had a pot to piss in
Man it's all about living well (Right)
Niggas wanna wavy my energy though
Break apart my stones (Word)
Damn
[Verse 1]
Man this that cake, came in with the dope
Hit hard like Ray, when he came with the coke
When he came with the floaters, old school on skates
Paper thicker than a folder, just dropped last May
Whole EP. Kobe me
Didn't need no team, didn't need no league
Back to back, sessions only, lil' nigga we didn't need no sleep
Four days G., word to me, lil' nigga we didn't need no week
Man this that bet, came in with the flex, no cap like dread
When he came with the (Shhhh)
Too many shooters
Diamonds in the face, too many boogers
Whipping up the base, LA Dodgers
Whipping up the hard like ain't a nigga harder
Problem child nigga yea yeah I'm a problem
Dripping on the scene like a open bottle water
Dababy run the city now that's cool I'm a jogger
I ain't no hater fuck nigga
All my nigga's player plus niggas
Gucci sweatpants with the sweaters
Slick Rick chains on my dresser
Gotta wear a hundred cause I'm extra
Rappin' Mitch merch on me nigga
Rappin' Mitch merch on me nigga
Rappin' Mitch merch on my niggas
Rolling with the hitters
Ain't much changed since high school nigga
Got a little bigger, move to A., green slushy in the blender
Trying to shake the weight, nigga shake
[Hook]
Turn that up
Just that beat though
I don't wanna hear the lyrics
Mother fuck a single
These rappers can't rap kid
They ain't worth lingo
Give it all back to me
Watch me bingo
[Verse 2]
Man this that cake, came in with the smoke Coughing
Twenty packs each day, Nate came with the choke
When he came with the holdup
Neighborhood Kenya go the roll ups
Al cut fades, Teezy made plays
My Mama gave praise, her son whip waves, Joe Sell yah
Tweet hate a nigga cause a nigga never stay
What can a nigga say
Trying to be a better nigga each and every day
Eight ball in the sock draw, weed on the kitchen counter
Bullets in the automatic
Chopper riding digital eliminate the static
Kill 'em all for practice
Niggas wearing mask all March, March madness
Fish-scale in my big vein, Pisces, I was born in the wrong month
Trying hard just to maintain, Wendy's number six and a fruit punch
Label tried to sign a nigga, guess the nigga didn't have enough
I ain't even tripping nigga, shoe tied, can't recollect a fall took
Whip game athletic, sports cars ever year
Big old engine in it, that's metal on the metal gear
Mother fuck a hater nigga R.I.P. forever Kobe
Got me feeling like a Laker nigga, can't a sucker ever cross me
[Hook]
Turn that up
Just that beat though
I don't wanna hear the lyrics
Mother fuck a single
These rappers can't rap kid
They ain't worth lingo
Give it all back to me
Watch me bingo
[Verse 3]
I came with a microwave, leave a potpie cooked
Baby face rollie, just a buss down jook
Cuz this that cake, came in with the stick
Trampoline on me bitch don't make me flip
Don't make me tilt
Like lil' nigga holdup, you can get murdered, like she wrote it
Came in with a what's that
Lil' nigga tripping who does that
At seventeen maybe eighteen Dee had the blue ac
Damn a nigga wreck that
My bad nigga I don't know if I ever said that
If niggas giving credit where the credit at
That's like a hundred motherfucking years
Goddamn why you sweating that
Fuck it, came in with no fucks given
I'm straight off of Tuck, ran in the mud
Barely had a pot to piss in
( Rappin Mitch )
www.ChordsAZ.com