Texty

MBC, L.O.M.N this motherfucker
Quit playin', I'm my only competition, ****
(I'm okay, K Money)
Like a athlete, they hated to see me ball (damn)
This gymnastics, I know how to embrace the fall
I taste the lactose and see if it takes the dog
Basically, I know how to get it back if they take it all
Ayy, I'm a dog, when it come to trappin', I'm the best
R. Kelly couldn't even step the way a **** step
I take a lil' girl and piss all on her chest
You ain't catch the cold talk, 'cause you ain't never did it yet
You ain't really in it yet, you ain't in the kitchen yet
You still eatin' off a biscuit, you ain't touch a chicken yet
Ayy, look, quiet is kept, I'm quiet as Kep
Hush, ride to death, I ride for Festa
They can catch me red-handed, I never fessed up
Aim for her stomach and I ate that boy chest up
B, yes sir, I can get it softer pressed up
When you do the pressing, you ain't gotta impress none
Crazy thing about it, I'm my only competition
Crazy thing about it, when I talk, these **** listen
Crazy thing about it, this **** ran off with a split
He would've played his cards right, he could've ran off with a brick
Crazy thing about it, stupid, he came to me about it
A hundred grams, I ain't even have to think about it
The crazy thing about it, nothin', I paid the fee about it
So many trees in the crib, I can't sleep around it
Crazy thing about it, I had nine, I sold ten dough
That's my kinfolk, give me trees like they Thames though
I just sold a Benz, I just bought another Benz though
Started on a bag, but he just brought me my ends though
And everybody wanna call me Oli-Oli, I can feel it
I wouldn't give a fuck if Peter Piper picked the pills
As long as they in box 30s and the drink is sealed
I just hit, hit, hit 'til I ain't got no feet to feel
I mean no feelin' in my feet, you know what I meant (you get it)
He don't ask no stupid questions, he know what I sent (for real)
And we don't talk about no numbers, I know what I get (never)
And I just put a half a point on every point I get (crazy, crazy)
Crazy thing about it, do my dance like a '80s theme
And then I do a turnaround, that's my '80s theme
Bag, bag big enough for the mail how I made it seem (I'm Synthi)
But she put it in her pussy, that's the crazy thing
The crazy thing about it, I'm her only competition
Crazy thing about it, when I talk, these **** listen
Crazy thing about it, this **** ran off with a splint
He would've played his cards right, he could've ran off with a brick
Crazy thing about it, stupid, he came to me about it
A hundred grams, I ain't even have to think about it
The crazy thing about it, it's nothin', I paid the fee about it
So many trees in the crib, I can't sleep around it
Written by: Derrick Rendles
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