[Verse]
Rick Ross with the flow, push the shit to the limit
With these bars, I get pussy, that's a conjugal visit
Lyrically you can't keep up, and it got you so livid
I'm the type to nut in yo chick then send her to the clinic
6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot, hut
At a fruit fight, you couldn't make a grapefruit buss
I like a petite chick, I don't like plain asses
While I hit it, flip her up like Dwayne Wayne glasses
I ain't with the bubble gum rap, that ain't what I do
If this was bubble gum rap, then bitch this major league chew
I just liked a picture, hoe stop calling me a stalker
These bitches hate they self, nigga look at Summer Walker
Hungry than a bitch, we at Hibachi just foolin'
Man I can't believe ya'll fell for what Tekashi was pulling
Even in warm weather, you niggas get cold feet
Got you sour like the pickle that come with the corned beef
In general public, you niggas choke, play yo role
On St. Patrick's day, I move like a ghost with onion rolls
Don't care about what you do or what you did
I'm chilling with my kid while she watching Peppa Pig
Keep it real with yoself, the urge for fame always seem to get you
Cuz you know that you ain't got no hustle in you
Keep it real with yoself, the urge for fame always seem to get you
Cuz you know that you ain't got no hustle in you
I don't mean to offend you, but they told me to get you
Detroit L-O stay sharp like a mechanical pencil
Don't need no black and white stripes to let you know i'm official
My method man, is to stay on point like icicles
I got my mind made up, so shut the hell up
Spinning like propellers on a single engine cessna
Put this tech on his ass and call his ass a Azteca
Add some freeze on the tag and best believe imma catch her
[Hook]
Pushin' top rank, gin is the drank
Bombay got us going crazy
Bitch i'm at my best, because I don't stress
You know the flow got you going crazy
Pushin' top rank, gin is the drank
Bombay got us going crazy
Bitch i'm at my best, because I don't stress
You know the flow got you going crazy
Rick Ross with the flow, push the shit to the limit
With these bars, I get pussy, that's a conjugal visit
Lyrically you can't keep up, and it got you so livid
I'm the type to nut in yo chick then send her to the clinic
6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot, hut
At a fruit fight, you couldn't make a grapefruit buss
I like a petite chick, I don't like plain asses
While I hit it, flip her up like Dwayne Wayne glasses
I ain't with the bubble gum rap, that ain't what I do
If this was bubble gum rap, then bitch this major league chew
I just liked a picture, hoe stop calling me a stalker
These bitches hate they self, nigga look at Summer Walker
Hungry than a bitch, we at Hibachi just foolin'
Man I can't believe ya'll fell for what Tekashi was pulling
Even in warm weather, you niggas get cold feet
Got you sour like the pickle that come with the corned beef
In general public, you niggas choke, play yo role
On St. Patrick's day, I move like a ghost with onion rolls
Don't care about what you do or what you did
I'm chilling with my kid while she watching Peppa Pig
Keep it real with yoself, the urge for fame always seem to get you
Cuz you know that you ain't got no hustle in you
Keep it real with yoself, the urge for fame always seem to get you
Cuz you know that you ain't got no hustle in you
I don't mean to offend you, but they told me to get you
Detroit L-O stay sharp like a mechanical pencil
Don't need no black and white stripes to let you know i'm official
My method man, is to stay on point like icicles
I got my mind made up, so shut the hell up
Spinning like propellers on a single engine cessna
Put this tech on his ass and call his ass a Azteca
Add some freeze on the tag and best believe imma catch her
[Hook]
Pushin' top rank, gin is the drank
Bombay got us going crazy
Bitch i'm at my best, because I don't stress
You know the flow got you going crazy
Pushin' top rank, gin is the drank
Bombay got us going crazy
Bitch i'm at my best, because I don't stress
You know the flow got you going crazy
( Detroit L-O )
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