Playa stay grounded like the butt of a cigarette
When you wit ya bitch, she be like are you in it yet?
Fresher than vinegarette, Excalibur cuttin' the checks
Expensive sword play
I'm Future Trunks chillin' wit vets
Better let 'em know what you will do
'Cause what you won't do might f*ckin' kill you
These niggas line up to see
When I take over the beat
Bodies all over the street
Goku Black spittin' the heat
Patience is a virtue, so I'm just vibin'. Stylin'
Take ya bitch and take her to an island. Wildin'
Couldn't fathom what was on my mind man. I been
Killin' rappers, never gettin' tired man
Kevin Gates, 2 phones
1 bed, 2 hoes
1 mind, 2 flows
F*ck that. 3 flows
F*ck that. 4 flows
Never mind f*ck those
Put 'em all together, use 'em all to f*ckin' wreck hoes
Grab ya bitches legs, I'ma spread 'em like pesto
Never been a lame nigga, bout to be the best tho
Real black excellence
You can't get with this
Never f*ckin' fake, but excuse my expletives
Write that check ya bitch
I need extra chips
Man this beat so smooth, might have sex to this
Never half steppin', this is full stomp
Just like Lil Durk nigga this ain't what you want
Leave cream on ya girl face like Guwop
Bout to pass the heat to G but this is too hot
My nigga cool off
My nigga cool it off
My nigga cool off
My nigga cool off
(Cool off, nigga. Uhh)
It's the heat smack
F*ck, the beat back
I don't wanna even f*ckin' wanna keep that
F*ck, I peeped that
Booty hella fat
Make a nigga wanna spend all of his cash
Man, I got a staff
Smack him if he act
Limbo my grab
Make a nigga have to f*ckin' Moonwalk back
Nigga I can rap
Nigga I could trap
I could be that nigga on the news with the mag
F*ck it I be so bad
Clothes got swag
F*ck, I look at my wrist
Ice on me shine
Baby wit a baby, got a little bit of mine
Rugged hard rhymes
Criminal, crime
I'm the crimson Prime...
Minister, finish ya
Don't give a f*ck if you have to get the finish move, finish him
Blast him off to infinity
I'ma be a deity
Muthaf*ckas talk about the little shit
Little beef be a bitch, uhh
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Playa stay grounded like the butt of a cigarette
When you wit ya bitch, she be like are you in it yet?
Fresher than vinegarette, Excalibur cuttin' the checks
Expensive sword play
I'm Future Trunks chillin' wit vets
Better let 'em know what you will do
'Cause what you won't do might f*ckin' kill you
These niggas line up to see
When I take over the beat
Bodies all over the street
Goku Black spittin' the heat
Patience is a virtue, so I'm just vibin'. Stylin'
Take ya bitch and take her to an island. Wildin'
Couldn't fathom what was on my mind man. I been
Killin' rappers, never gettin' tired man
Kevin Gates, 2 phones
1 bed, 2 hoes
1 mind, 2 flows
F*ck that. 3 flows
F*ck that. 4 flows
Never mind f*ck those
Put 'em all together, use 'em all to f*ckin' wreck hoes
Grab ya bitches legs, I'ma spread 'em like pesto
Never been a lame nigga, bout to be the best tho
Real black excellence
You can't get with this
Never f*ckin' fake, but excuse my expletives
Write that check ya bitch
I need extra chips
Man this beat so smooth, might have sex to this
Never half steppin', this is full stomp
Just like Lil Durk nigga this ain't what you want
Leave cream on ya girl face like Guwop
Bout to pass the heat to G but this is too hot
My nigga cool off
My nigga cool it off
My nigga cool off
My nigga cool off
(Cool off, nigga. Uhh)
It's the heat smack
F*ck, the beat back
I don't wanna even f*ckin' wanna keep that
F*ck, I peeped that
Booty hella fat
Make a nigga wanna spend all of his cash
Man, I got a staff
Smack him if he act
Limbo my grab
Make a nigga have to f*ckin' Moonwalk back
Nigga I can rap
Nigga I could trap
I could be that nigga on the news with the mag
F*ck it I be so bad
Clothes got swag
F*ck, I look at my wrist
Ice on me shine
Baby wit a baby, got a little bit of mine
Rugged hard rhymes
Criminal, crime
I'm the crimson Prime...
Minister, finish ya
Don't give a f*ck if you have to get the finish move, finish him
Blast him off to infinity
I'ma be a deity
Muthaf*ckas talk about the little shit
Little beef be a bitch, uhh
When you wit ya bitch, she be like are you in it yet?
Fresher than vinegarette, Excalibur cuttin' the checks
Expensive sword play
I'm Future Trunks chillin' wit vets
Better let 'em know what you will do
'Cause what you won't do might f*ckin' kill you
These niggas line up to see
When I take over the beat
Bodies all over the street
Goku Black spittin' the heat
Patience is a virtue, so I'm just vibin'. Stylin'
Take ya bitch and take her to an island. Wildin'
Couldn't fathom what was on my mind man. I been
Killin' rappers, never gettin' tired man
Kevin Gates, 2 phones
1 bed, 2 hoes
1 mind, 2 flows
F*ck that. 3 flows
F*ck that. 4 flows
Never mind f*ck those
Put 'em all together, use 'em all to f*ckin' wreck hoes
Grab ya bitches legs, I'ma spread 'em like pesto
Never been a lame nigga, bout to be the best tho
Real black excellence
You can't get with this
Never f*ckin' fake, but excuse my expletives
Write that check ya bitch
I need extra chips
Man this beat so smooth, might have sex to this
Never half steppin', this is full stomp
Just like Lil Durk nigga this ain't what you want
Leave cream on ya girl face like Guwop
Bout to pass the heat to G but this is too hot
My nigga cool off
My nigga cool it off
My nigga cool off
My nigga cool off
(Cool off, nigga. Uhh)
It's the heat smack
F*ck, the beat back
I don't wanna even f*ckin' wanna keep that
F*ck, I peeped that
Booty hella fat
Make a nigga wanna spend all of his cash
Man, I got a staff
Smack him if he act
Limbo my grab
Make a nigga have to f*ckin' Moonwalk back
Nigga I can rap
Nigga I could trap
I could be that nigga on the news with the mag
F*ck it I be so bad
Clothes got swag
F*ck, I look at my wrist
Ice on me shine
Baby wit a baby, got a little bit of mine
Rugged hard rhymes
Criminal, crime
I'm the crimson Prime...
Minister, finish ya
Don't give a f*ck if you have to get the finish move, finish him
Blast him off to infinity
I'ma be a deity
Muthaf*ckas talk about the little shit
Little beef be a bitch, uhh
Writer: Allen-Tom Ngoboka, Gideon I
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid