Lyrics

Run it up run it up now huh They cannot fuck with the sound huh Hop in I whip it around huh Now we the talk of the town huh Mamba mentality boy Mamba mentality boy (God) Mamba mentality boy Better go run to yo mama it's (Kobe) Mamba mentality, only fuck bitches that watching they calories Everyone gang and they growin' they salaries Only one thang, man these rappers is fallacies so we just Run it up run it up now huh They cannot fuck with the sound huh Hop in I whip it around huh Now we the talk of the town huh Bout to drop 81 bars lil bitch Really thinkin' 81's far lil bitch Really ain't a game man it ain't no Twitch Thorb a lil dope man it ain't no fix Fuck word play when the flow so crisp And I ain't write shit down, rest my wrist Shawty so bad they arrest my bitch I don't never need help they don't touch my mi Imma do it on my own They don't ever see the crown or the heir to the throne Prolly try to imitate me with the hairs on my comb But my DNA is miscellaneous, the chromosomes in my body unknown huh See I'm kinda like an alien, Area 51 Prolly wish I didn't come Prolly see the kid and run Prolly come and kick it with an ET, show 'em my EP Fuck around and kill 'em by the millions Everything I brew turn red like Killians Really my masseuse prolly wasn't even feelin' him And even with a band, it don't aid when I'm healin' em lil bitch Really 5'9" but the flow 6'5" Got a better hustle when I found Nip died If everybody cat fish, imma fish fry Everybody chase ass, till they wanna kiss mine huh Run it up run it up now huh They cannot fuck with the sound huh Hop in I whip it around huh Now we the talk of the town huh Mamba mentality boy Mamba mentality boy (God) Mamba mentality boy Better go run to yo mama it's (Kobe) Mamba mentality, only fuck bitches that watching they calories Everyone gang and they growin' they salaries Only one thang, man these rappers is fallacies so we just Run it up run it up now huh They cannot fuck with the sound huh Hop in I whip it around huh Now we the talk of the town huh Man they better clear the lane when I'm shooting mang Give a bitch lil pump then I do the thang In the club next day with a newer thang like Who to bang who to bang who to bang Nah I got no time, for these lil thots that'll try to get a co-sign Tell em kick rocks like Vin Diesel What I paint a little different get another easel I'm a God bitch At the top with the box like Rod Rich See I'm really on another fuckin vibe bitch Bigger dreams never nickel and dime shit The conflict, stayed behind the bars like the convicts I'm lit, pickin' up the globe with a palm bitch Time tick, Thorb about to blow and I'm the bomb bitch yuh Gotta love that At the top floor yellin' where the love at Everybody bitch Prolly ain't made for the shit Never gonna shoot man it stays in the clip Really no one cares what they say in this shit I was told a long time ago it pays to be rich man Yeah I guess it is what it is though Don't pass man they never want assist though Prolly only see a win when they switch though Fuck that shit I'm Kobe Bryant with the wrist though Run it up run it up now huh They cannot fuck with the sound huh Hop in I whip it around huh Now we the talk of the town huh Mamba mentality boy Mamba mentality boy (God) Mamba mentality boy Better go run to yo mama it's (Kobe) Mamba mentality, only fuck bitches that watching they calories Everyone gang and they growin' they salaries Only one thang, man these rappers is fallacies so we just Run it up run it up now huh They cannot fuck with the sound huh Hop in I whip it around huh Now we the talk of the town huh
Writer(s): Ryan Thorbjornsen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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