Lyrics

Youza punk bitch, listen up What it do Dynamo Slow generator on the mic for sure We do it big out here son See, that's how you do Where you at R-E-I-D You punk bitch What it mean? Bitch you tell me what it mean Look Quiet down, the boss boutta speak And word on the street is, "he came from tha undaneath" Knockin' boots off ya feet man, he kinda neat Enough to go around so pull up a seat Y'ain know 'bout the power I bestow I pop and Adderall and my eyes start to glow And when I'm in that shit, yo, I float like a boat Might open up a store cuz these fools always want some more Don't get it twisted man, this kid cuckoo He prolly fuck with voodoo You say you know him but he nеver knew you I'm finna show 'em how I do, dudе The rap guru And if there's static bitch, I'm runnin' through you Cuz yo REID higher than a double jump I wrote this shit off a bump in 2 minutes and it still slump Now close ya eyes, and keep that bunk shit behind me And if you really want it G, you know where I'll be (So where you at?) I'm in the Eames leaned back (Right) Ain't got a dolla' for yo ass, step back These suckaz new (True) It's like they still got a tag, what's up with that? I give the game a bubble bath No matter what they want, I'ma kick 'em in the ass (Zip) Give 'em a zap These fools giving me a rash (Yeah) The illest mofucka ya ever gon' see (Ya ever gon' see) You know who it is so mothafucka come and find me Oooo this dude a boss Reachin' for the mic like them hoes reachin' for his balls Mane he can do it all I heard them say they seen him floatin' through walls Makin the calls, double dippin' in all the sauce Affirmative, y'ain't heard of this He always curve a bitch, man this boy don't ever quit And now he's taking down the building you living in Then dig ya out just to peep the fit he did it in Sick, Nasty Pullin in with a bitch lookin real classy Peep how thick the ass be Off them pills got me feelin greater that the Gatsby Hit the gas, cuz ya ass ain't ever gonna pass me Damn straight, now where you tryna play? I got some bitches mane and they sippin' Tanqueray And if you tryna do it, try to do it just like this I'm in the kitchen showin' these chumps where the spice is (So where you at?) I'm in the Eames leaned back (Right) Ain't got a dolla' for yo ass, step back These suckaz new (True) It's like they still got a tag, what's up with that? I give the game a bubble bath No matter what they want, ima kick 'em in the ass (Zip) Give 'em a zap These fools giving me a rash (Yeah) The illest mofucka ya ever gon' see (Ya ever gon' see) You know who it is so mothafucka come and find me Yeah bitch (I'm in the Eames leaned back) It's ya boy ([?] I be back) We back in it (And boy this is just the beginning) (You suckaz dead as fuck) (Shit) DYNAMO, whatchu know? Y'ain't seen this one from a mile away (the fuck you be boy [?]) Prolly more You ain't gon' see dis shit in store (Know what I mean)
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