Mama mia mama mia mama mia let me go
Nothing's free I want my box of tree an 50 for a show
Watching me I'm watching you little puss buck me on road
All this presence that I'm bringing
Still ain't got time for a ho ho ho ho ho
Still ain't got time for ur shit
Who put what right up in ur bits
Who got gwop
Line it up I'm lit
Slender
Wid ur tiny arms
Mine are thick
That's 200 thousand look at my wips
That's 300 kg look at my lift
Fuck em off ca I'm better than they are do it andre 3000 way
When I shake my fist like a polaroid picture in a snitch face like heya heya
He a joke, lil fat lil scared lil lame lil boy lil wuss lil hater
What
Buck me then don't be a stranger
I'll have his whole family sharing a blazer
I draw my man out
Boydem ran out
Big wiz nearly got hit wid a taser
Lame ass niggas wanna talk about mud about who's on crud like I don't move major
Meanwhile they living of mums
Daddies drum
Borrowing paper
I make a fassie run
Chattie patties
All on my radar
Don't get brave try send man a quick chat
Then delete it like I won't get him kidnapped
Like I don't know where this eeeidjat lives
Or I cant get a man wid a mask at a pricks flat
These man are not in my bracket they can't even gross my taxes
But I'll leave his face gross when I tax him
Gyal say that ur face gross god clapped him
No one ain't clapping for your life
Your only clappin' on fortnight
These spitters you love they're alright
Not great
But I say more life
He ain't seen what a kilo of raw like
Or what kicking a door like
Keep thinking that everyting alright
Don't get swat off the shoreline
Mama mia mama mia mama mia let me go
Nothing's free I want my box of tree an 50 for a show
Watching me I'm watching you little puss buck me on road
All this presence that I'm bringing
Still ain't got time for a ho
All a nigga need is money an therapy
I got 100 grams in the back of the Cheroke
I mek a hundred grand for a track that's a hella ps
I got a bad attitude so whats a nigga tellin' me
I hit him in the back of the head wid an empty Hennessey
I'm really kinda baffled how many men are my enemy
I should be in the chapel for sending man to the cemetery
You see the symmetry upon delivery especially
Me I'm a visionary I'm tecky
I'm in a ferried Ferrari I'm fornicating and my footwear a Giuseppe the luggage is Luis Vuitton
The jewelry a maboussin
The hotty I'm wid a cute one
She like a Kyle or Tennessey
The coffee is a cuban
The cockyness is excusable really when you start clocking the levels a nigga move on I'm shelly
I'm talking randy and shelly
I'm sippin' brandy my Henny a Louis my ratatoille straight ofa telly
Who's teckier than that
Don't wip out a machette ca I'm reckier than that
Home cook
Niggas ain't cheffier than that
Phone took like them old skl nokias in my gaff
Bros shook
He don't wanna try scrap just ramp
On the net
Like a fan
What the heck
Ur not a man
You lil puss
How many tramps wanna know whats good when I see them in the flesh they gonna hold one foot
I don't need a doc I'm sicker than these man I got a lil spot it worth more than a couple fuckin' million
They call me underrated an I am because I'm brilliant but all this money that I'm getting make me more resilient
To the annoying fact that maccyds selling more product than a kitchen that is Michelin
It's cool tho I'm still killin'
I can kill a rapper from flippin' Britain to Michigan
Spitz wiz is jus different
Wiz lyrics significant
Niggas ain't throwing mittens they flip a finger from distance
I'm looking out out the jet through the window a twin piston
Is spinning I'm praying I make it over this distance
We land an I'm grateful
All ur hating I just missed it
An I ain't gotta recap my nigga I get the jist of it
An I aint gotta kneecap a nigga to tear a ligament
An if he get brightest idea I'm breaking all fillament
And filling them wid suttin that's better left in the kitchen sink
