When I hop on the beat that joint finna get lit
AR came with a beam so my shooter don't miss
These n***** wanna hate huhh like I'm Chris
Like at a Wedding Choppa blow him a kiss
Make the work disappear like this shit is real magical
One on one wit da opp bitch I'm finna get tactical
Bro pass me the stick one shot clinical
I'm in the lab I'm whipping up the chemicals
Got too many tricks in my bag woah hol up call me David Blaine
Like a cook in the kitchen gotta keep a blade
Don't face any problems the Jay all I Face
R.I.P my brothers that I lost cuz of hate
I was to forced to hustle ain't have shit on my plate
This the life that I'm living they cannot relate
Bro This joint bouta crank it's gon be on replay
Certified n****, ten toes, heard he want smoke he get grilled like a French toast
Pockets like Biggie but I'm from the West coast
Junkies stay feaning, they blowing my trap phone
Bitch I'm a Boss , Huncho
Feel like a raptor, I trap in Toronto
Score on the opp N****, I'm in the end zone
They cranking my shit I can hear through the headphones
Bro, Slide,What, he faking, feel like a chef his ass we get to baking
Backdoor a N****,leave that n**** shaking
Glockstar, we spot a opp the shooter get to clicking
Bitch How can I fail I'm the f*cking professor
Slide up on his manz, give that n**** a lesson
I'm making the plays, call me Blake Griffin
I shoot rockets but I ball like a piston
Hol up bro, I'm bouta slide, Freestyle shit, bitch I don't gotta write
This shit too easy, Bruh I don't even try
When I hit up the plug just know we're gonna be fried
Posted up on the block, as always looking fly
If I need a solution, I'm calling my slimes
Say he better then me but he don't even rhyme
I'm 'blow like Lil Tecca, Bitch you know I'm right
Certified n****, ten toes, heard he want smoke he get grilled like a French toast
Pockets like Biggie but I'm from the West coast
Junkies stay feaning, they blowing my trap phone
Bitch I'm a Boss , Huncho
Feel like a raptor, I trap in Toronto
Score on the opp N****, I'm in the end zone
They cranking my shit I can hear through the headphones
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When I hop on the beat that joint finna get lit
AR came with a beam so my shooter don't miss
These n***** wanna hate huhh like I'm Chris
Like at a Wedding Choppa blow him a kiss
Make the work disappear like this shit is real magical
One on one wit da opp bitch I'm finna get tactical
Bro pass me the stick one shot clinical
I'm in the lab I'm whipping up the chemicals
Got too many tricks in my bag woah hol up call me David Blaine
Like a cook in the kitchen gotta keep a blade
Don't face any problems the Jay all I Face
R.I.P my brothers that I lost cuz of hate
I was to forced to hustle ain't have shit on my plate
This the life that I'm living they cannot relate
Bro This joint bouta crank it's gon be on replay
Certified n****, ten toes, heard he want smoke he get grilled like a French toast
Pockets like Biggie but I'm from the West coast
Junkies stay feaning, they blowing my trap phone
Bitch I'm a Boss , Huncho
Feel like a raptor, I trap in Toronto
Score on the opp N****, I'm in the end zone
They cranking my shit I can hear through the headphones
Bro, Slide,What, he faking, feel like a chef his ass we get to baking
Backdoor a N****,leave that n**** shaking
Glockstar, we spot a opp the shooter get to clicking
Bitch How can I fail I'm the f*cking professor
Slide up on his manz, give that n**** a lesson
I'm making the plays, call me Blake Griffin
I shoot rockets but I ball like a piston
Hol up bro, I'm bouta slide, Freestyle shit, bitch I don't gotta write
This shit too easy, Bruh I don't even try
When I hit up the plug just know we're gonna be fried
Posted up on the block, as always looking fly
If I need a solution, I'm calling my slimes
Say he better then me but he don't even rhyme
I'm 'blow like Lil Tecca, Bitch you know I'm right
Certified n****, ten toes, heard he want smoke he get grilled like a French toast
Pockets like Biggie but I'm from the West coast
Junkies stay feaning, they blowing my trap phone
Bitch I'm a Boss , Huncho
Feel like a raptor, I trap in Toronto
Score on the opp N****, I'm in the end zone
They cranking my shit I can hear through the headphones
AR came with a beam so my shooter don't miss
These n***** wanna hate huhh like I'm Chris
Like at a Wedding Choppa blow him a kiss
Make the work disappear like this shit is real magical
One on one wit da opp bitch I'm finna get tactical
Bro pass me the stick one shot clinical
I'm in the lab I'm whipping up the chemicals
Got too many tricks in my bag woah hol up call me David Blaine
Like a cook in the kitchen gotta keep a blade
Don't face any problems the Jay all I Face
R.I.P my brothers that I lost cuz of hate
I was to forced to hustle ain't have shit on my plate
This the life that I'm living they cannot relate
Bro This joint bouta crank it's gon be on replay
Certified n****, ten toes, heard he want smoke he get grilled like a French toast
Pockets like Biggie but I'm from the West coast
Junkies stay feaning, they blowing my trap phone
Bitch I'm a Boss , Huncho
Feel like a raptor, I trap in Toronto
Score on the opp N****, I'm in the end zone
They cranking my shit I can hear through the headphones
Bro, Slide,What, he faking, feel like a chef his ass we get to baking
Backdoor a N****,leave that n**** shaking
Glockstar, we spot a opp the shooter get to clicking
Bitch How can I fail I'm the f*cking professor
Slide up on his manz, give that n**** a lesson
I'm making the plays, call me Blake Griffin
I shoot rockets but I ball like a piston
Hol up bro, I'm bouta slide, Freestyle shit, bitch I don't gotta write
This shit too easy, Bruh I don't even try
When I hit up the plug just know we're gonna be fried
Posted up on the block, as always looking fly
If I need a solution, I'm calling my slimes
Say he better then me but he don't even rhyme
I'm 'blow like Lil Tecca, Bitch you know I'm right
Certified n****, ten toes, heard he want smoke he get grilled like a French toast
Pockets like Biggie but I'm from the West coast
Junkies stay feaning, they blowing my trap phone
Bitch I'm a Boss , Huncho
Feel like a raptor, I trap in Toronto
Score on the opp N****, I'm in the end zone
They cranking my shit I can hear through the headphones
Writer: Koffi Tsidji
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid