Red hair like Matt Hardy
Oops, I meant pink but I'm just getting started
Out here so clean man I lit up the party
Sike I don't go to no parties
(Yuh) ask shawty she know I'm gnarly
(Huh) ride my wave like a Harley
(Yuh) viral boy no Carly
(Huh) bloody shoes no cardi
Check my credit boy you know it's heaven sent
And you not relevant, this ain't ya element
You local you barely the resident
Won't cuff a bitch I'm staying celibate
You the peanut and I am the elephant
Boy you bottom, you low there's no difference
Take you out and get rid of the evidence
Boy I'm doubting you what's ya significance
First things first respect to the real one
Pull off in a hearse any rapper get killed son
Sip naranja no I won't spill none
Baby sit your daughter were for the children
For the kids
Oh my god look what we did
Put these babies in a bib
Blade get a sniff of your rib
That I mean got yo scent
Don't make know sense
How you in my face as if im yo friend
Haters be talking but they aint got no m's
When im at the party you better get yo friends
If you wanna come try it promise yo life gone end
But I got better things to do im busy
Rap is a bucket and (ka too) im spitting
Haters be jealous talking because im winning
All these carbon copies must be screen printing
Im taking one for the team
I took a bean
I bought a pineapple fanta and made mixed drink with the lean
I rock supreme
I got a glock in my rari with 17 shots for a fiend
You not a g
I can see through all the cappery
Wanted some action lil buddy its happening
Stick on me leave a nigga holy like christ
Rolled up like deebo im whippin a bike
Stackin my cash i got height
We cause a scene like a movie its action and lights
No camera we dont leave witnesses
Sip on the finest of beverages come get a sip of this
Idont have hoes i have mistresses
If you distress me you're getting dismissed with a swiftness bitch
PCC - Vlog! (feat. Sadnuke, JalilTheIceman & JihadTheGod) Lyrics
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Red hair like Matt Hardy
Oops, I meant pink but I'm just getting started
Out here so clean man I lit up the party
Sike I don't go to no parties
(Yuh) ask shawty she know I'm gnarly
(Huh) ride my wave like a Harley
(Yuh) viral boy no Carly
(Huh) bloody shoes no cardi
Check my credit boy you know it's heaven sent
And you not relevant, this ain't ya element
You local you barely the resident
Won't cuff a bitch I'm staying celibate
You the peanut and I am the elephant
Boy you bottom, you low there's no difference
Take you out and get rid of the evidence
Boy I'm doubting you what's ya significance
First things first respect to the real one
Pull off in a hearse any rapper get killed son
Sip naranja no I won't spill none
Baby sit your daughter were for the children
For the kids
Oh my god look what we did
Put these babies in a bib
Blade get a sniff of your rib
That I mean got yo scent
Don't make know sense
How you in my face as if im yo friend
Haters be talking but they aint got no m's
When im at the party you better get yo friends
If you wanna come try it promise yo life gone end
But I got better things to do im busy
Rap is a bucket and (ka too) im spitting
Haters be jealous talking because im winning
All these carbon copies must be screen printing
Im taking one for the team
I took a bean
I bought a pineapple fanta and made mixed drink with the lean
I rock supreme
I got a glock in my rari with 17 shots for a fiend
You not a g
I can see through all the cappery
Wanted some action lil buddy its happening
Stick on me leave a nigga holy like christ
Rolled up like deebo im whippin a bike
Stackin my cash i got height
We cause a scene like a movie its action and lights
No camera we dont leave witnesses
Sip on the finest of beverages come get a sip of this
Idont have hoes i have mistresses
If you distress me you're getting dismissed with a swiftness bitch
Oops, I meant pink but I'm just getting started
Out here so clean man I lit up the party
Sike I don't go to no parties
(Yuh) ask shawty she know I'm gnarly
(Huh) ride my wave like a Harley
(Yuh) viral boy no Carly
(Huh) bloody shoes no cardi
Check my credit boy you know it's heaven sent
And you not relevant, this ain't ya element
You local you barely the resident
Won't cuff a bitch I'm staying celibate
You the peanut and I am the elephant
Boy you bottom, you low there's no difference
Take you out and get rid of the evidence
Boy I'm doubting you what's ya significance
First things first respect to the real one
Pull off in a hearse any rapper get killed son
Sip naranja no I won't spill none
Baby sit your daughter were for the children
For the kids
Oh my god look what we did
Put these babies in a bib
Blade get a sniff of your rib
That I mean got yo scent
Don't make know sense
How you in my face as if im yo friend
Haters be talking but they aint got no m's
When im at the party you better get yo friends
If you wanna come try it promise yo life gone end
But I got better things to do im busy
Rap is a bucket and (ka too) im spitting
Haters be jealous talking because im winning
All these carbon copies must be screen printing
Im taking one for the team
I took a bean
I bought a pineapple fanta and made mixed drink with the lean
I rock supreme
I got a glock in my rari with 17 shots for a fiend
You not a g
I can see through all the cappery
Wanted some action lil buddy its happening
Stick on me leave a nigga holy like christ
Rolled up like deebo im whippin a bike
Stackin my cash i got height
We cause a scene like a movie its action and lights
No camera we dont leave witnesses
Sip on the finest of beverages come get a sip of this
Idont have hoes i have mistresses
If you distress me you're getting dismissed with a swiftness bitch
Writer: Alante Griffin, Jalil Madyun, Jihad Davis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid