Wait, ok, ok like
Oh I think I got corona in here man
It's not looking good for me right now
Build up to the top, feeling like im tony
We gon make em dance just want the bands im not yo homie
All these groupies on my meat yea i aint talking bologna
Do not care about a thot she just a thought i want the trophie
Rappers phony
I'm going crazy
I cannot get lazy
You talk like a baby
These rappers they hate me
Do not want a lady
You slim wit no shady
I'm young wit no gravy
We send him to hades like
Don't need nobody
He grab on the tommy
She nice but she naughty
He dead like a zombie
Hit fast like karate
She weird like she poppy
They feeling so godly
Til they see the shotty like uh
I'm finna rip it like beyblade
Dont got a strap use the hands as a melee
I cannot hear I dont care bout what they say
Not mr crocker with Fs i got grade a
Call me lil' doug I gotta dimma-dome
Early dismissal gotta send em home
Better pipe down better watch yo tone
Before they come at yo body and make you think you alone
Boutta send that boy to space like I am the teenage rick, uh
Boy you talk too much I think sum tape will do the trick uh
Think I got corona causing coffins got me sick
Get that man sum butter he get stuck think that he slick, uh
Finna make dat boy back out the lobby
Think he scared why he calling his mommy
I just had bout enough like lil tommy I wipe out these rappers like ima tsunami
Then go rake em back up like Yo Gotti
Feeling jolly like im off a molly
Put the red on his top like Inari
They playing me like its a game no Atari
Making these rappers eat dust
We is so retro like rust
Run up on me you get crushed
Cigarette how you get puffed
He hating cuz he is a bust
Left him in the dirt
Run up on me you get merked
He talking he said im the worst
Throw out a reverse
Now I hit em wit a curse
Red is drippin from his shirt
Jump him no jumping Jack
Ima put him in his place little kid cut him down like a lumberjack
Seeing him stumble back
Cuz I done hit him one time in the nose I got strong arm like a quarter back
What is a zodiac
Eating up like it's a gummy pack
Make his heart run like it's cardiac
Came to the cul da sac
He acting scary he folding back
Looking like he got a heart attack
Big, bag, he talking so tuff just like he a big, bad
Choppa eat em up like he a big, mac
He just been faking like he my comrad
I just needa big bag, uh!
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Wait, ok, ok like
Oh I think I got corona in here man
It's not looking good for me right now
Build up to the top, feeling like im tony
We gon make em dance just want the bands im not yo homie
All these groupies on my meat yea i aint talking bologna
Do not care about a thot she just a thought i want the trophie
Rappers phony
I'm going crazy
I cannot get lazy
You talk like a baby
These rappers they hate me
Do not want a lady
You slim wit no shady
I'm young wit no gravy
We send him to hades like
Don't need nobody
He grab on the tommy
She nice but she naughty
He dead like a zombie
Hit fast like karate
She weird like she poppy
They feeling so godly
Til they see the shotty like uh
I'm finna rip it like beyblade
Dont got a strap use the hands as a melee
I cannot hear I dont care bout what they say
Not mr crocker with Fs i got grade a
Call me lil' doug I gotta dimma-dome
Early dismissal gotta send em home
Better pipe down better watch yo tone
Before they come at yo body and make you think you alone
Boutta send that boy to space like I am the teenage rick, uh
Boy you talk too much I think sum tape will do the trick uh
Think I got corona causing coffins got me sick
Get that man sum butter he get stuck think that he slick, uh
Finna make dat boy back out the lobby
Think he scared why he calling his mommy
I just had bout enough like lil tommy I wipe out these rappers like ima tsunami
Then go rake em back up like Yo Gotti
Feeling jolly like im off a molly
Put the red on his top like Inari
They playing me like its a game no Atari
Making these rappers eat dust
We is so retro like rust
Run up on me you get crushed
Cigarette how you get puffed
He hating cuz he is a bust
Left him in the dirt
Run up on me you get merked
He talking he said im the worst
Throw out a reverse
Now I hit em wit a curse
Red is drippin from his shirt
Jump him no jumping Jack
Ima put him in his place little kid cut him down like a lumberjack
Seeing him stumble back
Cuz I done hit him one time in the nose I got strong arm like a quarter back
What is a zodiac
Eating up like it's a gummy pack
Make his heart run like it's cardiac
Came to the cul da sac
He acting scary he folding back
Looking like he got a heart attack
Big, bag, he talking so tuff just like he a big, bad
Choppa eat em up like he a big, mac
He just been faking like he my comrad
I just needa big bag, uh!
Oh I think I got corona in here man
It's not looking good for me right now
Build up to the top, feeling like im tony
We gon make em dance just want the bands im not yo homie
All these groupies on my meat yea i aint talking bologna
Do not care about a thot she just a thought i want the trophie
Rappers phony
I'm going crazy
I cannot get lazy
You talk like a baby
These rappers they hate me
Do not want a lady
You slim wit no shady
I'm young wit no gravy
We send him to hades like
Don't need nobody
He grab on the tommy
She nice but she naughty
He dead like a zombie
Hit fast like karate
She weird like she poppy
They feeling so godly
Til they see the shotty like uh
I'm finna rip it like beyblade
Dont got a strap use the hands as a melee
I cannot hear I dont care bout what they say
Not mr crocker with Fs i got grade a
Call me lil' doug I gotta dimma-dome
Early dismissal gotta send em home
Better pipe down better watch yo tone
Before they come at yo body and make you think you alone
Boutta send that boy to space like I am the teenage rick, uh
Boy you talk too much I think sum tape will do the trick uh
Think I got corona causing coffins got me sick
Get that man sum butter he get stuck think that he slick, uh
Finna make dat boy back out the lobby
Think he scared why he calling his mommy
I just had bout enough like lil tommy I wipe out these rappers like ima tsunami
Then go rake em back up like Yo Gotti
Feeling jolly like im off a molly
Put the red on his top like Inari
They playing me like its a game no Atari
Making these rappers eat dust
We is so retro like rust
Run up on me you get crushed
Cigarette how you get puffed
He hating cuz he is a bust
Left him in the dirt
Run up on me you get merked
He talking he said im the worst
Throw out a reverse
Now I hit em wit a curse
Red is drippin from his shirt
Jump him no jumping Jack
Ima put him in his place little kid cut him down like a lumberjack
Seeing him stumble back
Cuz I done hit him one time in the nose I got strong arm like a quarter back
What is a zodiac
Eating up like it's a gummy pack
Make his heart run like it's cardiac
Came to the cul da sac
He acting scary he folding back
Looking like he got a heart attack
Big, bag, he talking so tuff just like he a big, bad
Choppa eat em up like he a big, mac
He just been faking like he my comrad
I just needa big bag, uh!
Writer: Joshua Gore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid