Tonalidad: B minor
Verse 1
Ebm
Unh unh unh
Dip sap nigga
You already know what it is man
Let's get it in
Unh okay unh
Eb
Ebm
Write it grind away capisce
Supply the tray to eat
And push drums out the pad
like i'm trying to make a beat
Eb
Ebm
Deep flippin' with her mommy
Who wishes she was Bonnie
Go pick it up from Papi
But pitch it all a blondie
Eb
Ebm
Grippin' on a Tommy
For bricks she go to buy me,
keep thinkin' she Punani
Get missiles through your panni,
I'm sittin' in a mazi
A
Skittin' on Asanis, nutty professor body
Ebm
Real skinnier than Gandhi,
who's as fly as me fam?
Eb
No debatin',
Ebm
there's a pound of purple waitin'
Anytime that I land,
Eb
Ebm
check the shines, I'm the man
And if these jewelers keep
throwin' me watches
I have too much time on my hands,
Eb
Ebm
damn I'm that n***a skeezer
Eb
who ain't got the trick or feed her
Ebm
If she isn't Vida,
E
Ebm
she won't get a chick fajita
Eb
The kid is ether, banging out your whip
Ebm
And speakers with a name
that ring more bells than a trick or treat her
This the hand I was dealt
They ask me who's my favorite rapper
I'm a fan of myself
Eb
Ebm
Little man, you're an elf
I grip my hand on the belt
Eb
Ebm
And whip your stupid ass out
Till my stamina's felt
Tell me who else is hotter fam
Fuck you if you're not a fan
Eb
Ebm
Listen, I'm a mobster and
All my whips are Tropicana
That's a drop sedan
And Terry a chocolate tan
This shit so deep
I might as well call them pots and pans
Eb
Ebm
Watch this band till the bezzy gleam vital
Come check this street title
I'm every teen's idol
Eb
Ebm
Your baby mother bump me in the ride
Eb
Bug me just to slide
Ebm
Try to make me a hubby on the side
You know what I do?
I take that honey for a ride
Upstate and duct -taped,
honey up with pies
Gene me up? Never that,
a couple of them tried
But off the bat,
Eb
I can see the money in they eyes
Ebm
Eb
Ebm
See money is my drive,
so I can smell a dope getter
Eb
Ebm
You ain't a gorilla
Eb
just cause you's a broke nig ga
Ebm
I know some known killers
Eb
that'll flip for no thrill
Ebm
Or bury you for your chain,
now tell me who's the gold digger
The kid is on his grind,
get slick every line
Eb
Ebm
No matter what they throw at me,
I kill them every time
Ebm
Cause I'm lyrically inclined,
they know Doola is great
Ebm
Eb
Three albums on the way,
hey, get used to the face
Writer
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