Songteksten

Yeah, ayy Day one, day one, day one This for my day ones, fuck about a fake one Smokin' that one to one 'til it's all done And Post give me that good shit In Atlanta, wish a motherfucker would, shit Uh, hotter than Teflon, sippin' liquor with Efron Sippin' liquor with Zac in the back of the green room Yeah, that's me and my team room, ayy Me and Khalifa done hit like a million cities, got a million bitties Wishin' they could get in, but they can't Soon as they see me, they faint Feel like Mick Jagger in '76, huh Got 'em all on my dick Bobby Boy bringin' that kick like Kung Fu Kenny, not many can fuck with me A lot of you fuck with me, and I'm grateful they stuck with me, like, yeah Ayy, one to the one, come get it done, know I never run Motherfucker finna run and get the gun When they hear that boy spittin', they shittin' themselves Like, "Oh, my God, I need a witness for what I just witnessed I think I need witness protection" No, I can't fuck with injections Yeah, that's just me and my section Feel like someone done gave me an injection 44, four-four, 44, four I'm comin' to kill this, I'm bringin' the illest Why you think they feel us? I know Give a fuck 'bout your feelings, I know Make a killin' and willin' I know I get bills like I'm William, I know Bitch, I get that money when I flow on a need-to-know basis All you niggas is basic Watchin' every single move I make like you just got that LASIK But you all on that fake shit One time comin' for the boy like, "Woo!" Comin' for the boy like, "Eee!" Everybody want a little bit of the way that I do it, they do it But not like me Bitch, I got the gang with me, watch 'em bang with me Watch 'em bang with me like, "Uh" No, it ain't the same with me since I changed Fuckin' with the fame got me like, "Huh" Everybody want a little bit of the boy, but nowadays They just can't fuck with me I could give a motherfuck 'bout the rap game, the game The game, now I'm finally free Tell me who fuckin' with me? 6ix on the beat is like God on the beat Pardon my ego, there he go Thinkin' he God on the beat Y'all know I'm rhymin' elite My rhymin' don't never deplete Fuck are they rhymin' about? I'ma rap 'til I can't even speak
Writer(s): Arjun Ivatury, Kyle Metcalfe, Sir Robert Bryson Hall Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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