(Verse 1)
I’m getting the bag, I’m getting the bag
These niggas watching
I’m living real fast, I’m living real fast
These niggas clocking
I’m killing these rappers, I’m killing these rappers
Gotta make paper
Forgot to be broke, I got all them bands
These niggas haters
I got the coke and I got the gas
So what you in the mood for?
I’m just too young for a wifey
So I need two whores
Knocking niggas out, Pullin triggers out
I’m Mic Tyson
Imma strike you, catch a heart attack
I’m like lightnin
I’m poppin them xans, then hoppin in vans
Time to turn up!
I’ll slide on ya mans, with my peacekeepеr
He gettin burned up!
I’ll slidе to the East, I’ll slide to the east
With my AK
I’m dropping my tape, then I’m killin these opps
On the same day
Smoking that kush, I’m smoking that hash
Now we getting high
I used to be in love with these crazy bitches
With them thick thighs
We used to be poor, we used to be broke
Now we stackin
Now We blowing up, now we blowing up
Like Bin Laden
Can’t deal with these rappers, they all trash
And they’re all fuckin fake
Can’t deal with these bitches, they all wanna cuff just cuz the sex great
Can’t take no dumb ass girl serious
Cuz they all acting
Don’t focus on drama anymore
I’m busy racking
I switch up on my clothes, I switch up on my flows
But got the same grip
Don’t fuck with these hoes, so I gotta go
Not with the same bitch
Niggas don’t got guns, they not hitting shit
It’s only jump shots
I’m aiming to take over the game
I don’t run blocks
I’m keeping the Glock cocked
So don’t fuck with me or I’ll turn this shit like a Kennedy scene
I already told you that my aim is a better than a fuckin marine
I love my shawties bad (BAD)
Love my shawties psycho (YUH)
Love my wifeys hood (Hood)
Taught her to use a rifle
Old school like ya fuckin dad
But I’m not 21
Should put ya niggas on my taxes
Like ya all my sons
New York calling like crack, Ain’t forget where I come from
Can’t trust nobody else so it’s just me
And my gun
I’m getting the bag, I’m getting the bag
These niggas watching
I’m living real fast, I’m living real fast
These niggas clocking
I’m killing these rappers, I’m killing these rappers
Gotta make paper
Forgot to be broke, I got all them bands
These niggas haters
I got the coke and I got the gas
So what you in the mood for?
I’m just too young for a wifey
So I need two whores
Knocking niggas out, Pullin triggers out
I’m Mic Tyson
Imma strike you, catch a heart attack
I’m like lightnin
I’m poppin them xans, then hoppin in vans
Time to turn up!
I’ll slide on ya mans, with my peacekeepеr
He gettin burned up!
I’ll slidе to the East, I’ll slide to the east
With my AK
I’m dropping my tape, then I’m killin these opps
On the same day
Smoking that kush, I’m smoking that hash
Now we getting high
I used to be in love with these crazy bitches
With them thick thighs
We used to be poor, we used to be broke
Now we stackin
Now We blowing up, now we blowing up
Like Bin Laden
Can’t deal with these rappers, they all trash
And they’re all fuckin fake
Can’t deal with these bitches, they all wanna cuff just cuz the sex great
Can’t take no dumb ass girl serious
Cuz they all acting
Don’t focus on drama anymore
I’m busy racking
I switch up on my clothes, I switch up on my flows
But got the same grip
Don’t fuck with these hoes, so I gotta go
Not with the same bitch
Niggas don’t got guns, they not hitting shit
It’s only jump shots
I’m aiming to take over the game
I don’t run blocks
I’m keeping the Glock cocked
So don’t fuck with me or I’ll turn this shit like a Kennedy scene
I already told you that my aim is a better than a fuckin marine
I love my shawties bad (BAD)
Love my shawties psycho (YUH)
Love my wifeys hood (Hood)
Taught her to use a rifle
Old school like ya fuckin dad
But I’m not 21
Should put ya niggas on my taxes
Like ya all my sons
New York calling like crack, Ain’t forget where I come from
Can’t trust nobody else so it’s just me
And my gun
( Andre Styles )
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