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(Ayo, run it up, Rami) Water, yeah (Ki, you cooked this?) I feel like Dwayne the Rock, Johnson & Johnson shots He work with troll, I call him pigs in a blanket 'cause he got dropped I used to look out for them boys, but now they mad I'm 'bout to pop These people woke for nothin', they don't take no action, only talk I feel like Dwayne the Rock, Johnson & Johnson shots He work with troll, I call him pigs in a blanket 'cause he got dropped I used to look out for them boys, but now they mad I'm 'bout to pop These people woke for nothin', they don't take no action, only talk Steppin' in my moccasins, but I don't fuck with snakes I used to sin, but I won't mock a sin, I pray for better days The opps gone, they had to relocate M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I, they left the Sunshine State Beef, I jerk the wheel and I buck the Jack Link and I rip 'em Ayy, bruh, I go ham and I link 'em, ayy, bruh, I go ham, Lincoln Sassy opps, I leave a tip and I tip a ton, no London Tipton Fuck that trailer park, I'll start an earthquake, no survivin' a visit You push mongo, I push P's, you could kiss that chain goodbye Them boys flaggin', Rob Dyrdek, I'm speakin' facts, they fantasize I see an opp and I put that boy on Hall of Meat, that cracker died And that ain't J, don't throw it up, you broke the code, disqualified I feel like Dwayne the Rock, Johnson & Johnson shots He work with troll, I call him pigs in a blanket 'cause he got dropped I used to look out for them boys, but now they mad I'm 'bout to pop These people woke for nothin', they don't take no action, only talk I feel like Dwayne the Rock, Johnson & Johnson shots He work with troll, I call him pigs in a blanket 'cause he got dropped I used to look out for them boys, but now they mad I'm 'bout to pop These people woke for nothin', they don't take no action, only talk (Water) Push P's and I keep a rod, P-Rod, the switch NAC Light up on the MAC Forty on the Cobra If it's up and that's the case, I made him run away from that Yoda Pushin' up three deep like Shadow, Tails, and Sonic 'till it's over His BM, I done hit too, just know that, his ass cap Knockin' off the tap Water, we ain't bumpin' shoulders, big mouth, that boy a rat I'm violatin' him in Boca Water, tipped him over, ayy I bleed concrete, dreidel she wrote, I'm talkin' wet cement The more I rush up the amount, I see them dead presidents You dissin' the deceased, I'm tryna lift the whole residence The premises and every nemesis and no evidence Third law, air mass as if it's up, then it's stuck Huh, magnitude the opposite direction only thus Also Dalton's law of partial, say it's pressure, I'ma bust The .40 Glock came with a cock all on the side, who wanna fuck? And now it's time to cook I don't know why the hell they judgin', I'm the writer, not the book They say pride'll get you killed, so I put Prada on my pupils and I look I carry choppers under wood, they say I'm misunderstood I feel like Dwayne the Rock, Johnson & Johnson shots He work with troll, I call him pigs in a blanket 'cause he got dropped I used to look out for them boys, but now they mad I'm 'bout to pop These people woke for nothin', they don't take no action, only talk I feel like Dwayne the Rock, Johnson & Johnson shots He work with troll, I call him pigs in a blanket 'cause he got dropped I used to look out for them boys, but now they mad I'm 'bout to pop These people woke for nothin', they don't take no action, only talk
Writer(s): Rami Casey, Blp Kosher, Kiyann Leray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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