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Christopher Holt
Songwriter
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CEE ELAITCH
Producer
Chiarelli
Producer
Letra
Mmmmm
Sis said be for real
Mars said be for real
She said be for real, for real
So I guess I gotta spit
Y'know what I'm saying?
Like niggas really think I can't spit (Mm mm)
And it's funny too because I got bars, nigga
I'm too fuckin' smart for your aux
It don't make-
It don't work that way
Like you can't play me anywhere, nigga
Like you gotta play me, nigga
If i'm really sanctioned, nigga (Aye aye aye aye aye aye)
Like you gotta understand
You gotta listen to these bars real quick
Look, look, look, listen
The black puffer in the Adi Pradas (It's chilly)
I threw a cherry bomb in the air
I ain't expect to blow up like Osama
I'm chainsmoking every blunt because my Chase got a couple commas
When we was high, I danced in the room
I was ducking like Fadda
She was fine but she got a BBL
Face ass looking like Jabba
I stayed in Kentwood, on the GR side
I wasn't close to Sada
I made 400 cleaning dog shit
I made the bread the Dalai Lama
I flew over oceans, I hit the gate
Niggas ranking up like Shabba
Smoking grabba, the first time it burnt
I made the switch, I'm wakey, bitch
She went off and soul snatched me like the Lich
I'm tentative 'bout letting girls in, it's just a minor itch
On top of rapping, I'ma great nigga and allat
The fuckich ish (I'm him)
Market Market give me sponsor
Drive phase, she said I'm a monster
We dying slow so I bought some land
'Cuz that's that shit I wanna conquer
I can't freestyle well, so I just tap in with my pen
That's wild proper
I'm doing thirty smacked on the LIE
Hope I ain't get pulled over by the copper
The shit's crazy how these niggas offbeat
I'm really on beat 'cuz Bessie told me that my flow unique
Reapa said it got a new meaning, it just mean I'm hood of street
I dap my best friends and my cousin up the twizzy way like-
Mchew, oh shit
Bessie also told me that she wouldn't run fours
That energy gon' change when she open up them ocean breeze doors
Or maybe I might just pull up in some O-dub J Fours
I got the sail color with the cream Telfar
Nigga, that's a goal
(That's a goal, nigga)
Shit
Fuck is you talking about, nigga?
I got my fucking Telfar, bit-
Like I get bitches wetter than a Telfar bag security program
Stop playing with me, bro
I got my fucking bag, too
Fuck is you talmbout
Writer(s): Christopher Holt
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