I Got This Video (MV)

Alright, first thing you know about us, I got the rap game on lock
You must know that first. Ain't nothin' to nobody say what we tryin' to do and what we bout to do
Second thing is, I come to take this game and bring it to me
We gon' be here, ain't no fly by night, nigga. Gon' be here two years, three years. I got this shit
Man, listen up, the jig is up, you niggas dust, you niggas duck
When I blink it up and load it up, you niggas suck, you niggas fluff, Fluff
I keep bands in the duff, (duff) and I got fresh jays on, no scuff (Scuff)
I see you actin' tough, but you can't get touched up
You can't get roughed up, took your bitches oh well nigga tough
Like she swingin' my dick like Nun Chunks, ahh f*ck (ahh f*ck)
I'm stuck, ahh f*ck, I'll build this shit up like I construct
I train for this shit like I conduct
Nigga, hold up, (hold up) you won't smoke, you gon' choke up (haha)
I'm busy blowin' Oz like donuts. Wake and bake like Folgers
I brought the za to roll up, finna go ham
Just like cold cuts, make haters scram like Roachas
Hold up, don't be stupid. (Stupid) All my niggas ruthless
Hit you where your tooth is (Tooth is) Put your face where my boot is
Smooches.(smooches) What the f*ck you wanna do, bitch
I own this shit like Mike Rubin
She chop & screw like out in Houston (Houston)
I don't give a f*ck what she doin'
If she aint the hoe that I'm screwin' (nah)
Now I'm so clueless, I don't know who the f*ck you is (who are you?)
Yeah, I'm so crooked, I ate this beat right after I cooked it (cooked it)
Then she made me bust like some bullets
Cartier frames wooden roll my blunt big like out in Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
This is even more shooken (Shooken)
Yeah, was stuck like Alley Way Magnets
Was addicted to serving addicts
Now I catch vibes with a thick-ass actress
With an accent, I'm skillful, no dark magic
I maneuver through hell, and it's madness
Me, I'm master this shit and become massive
Vocal entendres without the ad-libs (ad libs)
And I just shit on all you maggots
I'm tactic, make you panic, vanish
I'm with a bad bitch, we both Spanish
She only wants shit that's lavish
But I just f*ck her like a rabbit
Everything I do is classic
Nigga who the f*ck want static
I just pop the tablet
Screaming f*ck the masses
I'm on y'all asses (asses)
Like sittin' on plastic
Now shit drastic
Now shit active
My gang crashing and don't let it happen
It'll be tragic
You become absent
You become past tense (Past tense)
F*ckin' with trap makes no sense
My niggas camp out with no tent (No tent)
This gelato 4-1
Had the bitches all bent
I make all the dough stretch (Stretch)
Thirsty hoes, I just quench (Quench)
Flippin' weights, I just bench (bench)
I'm a Bronx nigga just like French (French)
Drippin' in gallery, I'm so drenched (drenched)
Wait, (wait) it look like she want a taste
Well, I'ma let her have a taste
I'm glad I still have grace
God, give me faith
I plead my case
Weighin' sins on a dinner plate
Wait before I say my grace
I blow a 8
I rest my case on Judgment Day (Judgement day)
Crowd clappin' like a damn parade
This ain't charades
I am the vibe
I am the wave
Rollin' pain, countin' for days
My swag insane
Hoes say my name (my name, Trap)
Like the child's destiny
Championship DNA
My pedigree's still better than whoever's ahead of me
Or whoever's gettin' next to me
I'm gettin' to that blue cheese
I dip it with that celery
I get to it regularly
No f*ck niggas next to me
Or should step to me
Or off the head we'll be (Off there head will be)
What you said to me will
Leave you in jeopardy
Gold on my neck is so treasury
She was so bad, I saved her in my memory
She's my accessory
Rollin' Zah
That's the remedy
Shit came straight from the Beverly's
You niggas salty
You niggas peppery
What's the discrepancy
You niggas soft
You niggas feathery
Better have the same energy
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