Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Get it right back
Get it right back
Nothing but honesty, you ain't as hot as me
You ain't the Poseidon in my Odyssey, I'm where the modest be
Halftime, all the hoes gossiping
My time, call it a prophecy
Get it right back, well probably
Get it right back, well probably
Uh this what I call a hit and run
Get it right back, what I might have done
Killed a man, my fingerprints on the gun
Still I can't, stop shooting at his lungs
Bitch can, you stop telling me to run?
In his hand, there was a picture of a nun
With her, it look like to be his son, f*ck
What did I do? Damn, holding his shoe
Saying "wake up" to try to diffuse
A situation damned from the start to end
I did kill him and I can't pretend
With my pistol, gripped, from a missile
Bitch listed fits the description it's
A simple mistake, I'm getting out
I don't give a f*ck, holy shit he gotta gun bitch duck! duck!
You don't know shit bout me
You don't know shit bout C
On the beats 24/7, like watch what I'm gonna be
I don't play around with g's
Please don't mess around with me 
I don't really knew made a couple bucks of this rap shit
Your chick, she attached it's
Hilarious, Jasmine? Your Aladdin! Uh uh
Saddened by the passion of the pen, madden imma touchdown, celebrate and win
I got people calling a celebrity, I'm like nah
Don't embarrass me, please
Just another human, talk about raps well sue me
Never cared bout your duties, judge me imma have to judge Judy (Damn)
What did I do? Damn, holding his shoe
Saying "wake up" to try to diffuse
A situation damned from the start to end
I did kill him and I can't pretend
With my pistol, gripped, from a missile
Bitch listed fits the description it's
A simple mistake, I'm getting out
I don't give a f*ck, holy shit he gotta gun bitch duck! duck!
Nothing but honesty, you ain't as hot as me
You ain't the Poseidon in my Odyssey, I'm where the modest be
Halftime, all the hoes gossiping
My time, call it a prophecy
Get it right back, well probably
Get it right back, well probably
Uh this what I call a 1,2 punch
Captain Crunch but the milk all lumpy
Isn't much, left the road all bumpy
Into raps just like the trap, imma junkie
Your chick, she thick, but she is ugly
I won't miss, cause I know on Sunday
Where I'll be, praise God, we lucky!
(Lucky)
What did I do? Damn, holding his shoe
Saying "wake up" to try to diffuse
A situation damned from the start to end
I did kill him and I can't pretend
With my pistol, gripped, from a missile
Bitch listed fits the description it's
A simple mistake, I'm getting out
I don't give a f*ck, holy shit he gotta gun bitch duck! duck!
You ain't know shit from shit
Throw a fit, cause my lyrics spit
Hot flames like a dragon, a chick with bad breath you kissed
Business delirious I'm in
Immediate with a piece of paper
Really I'm really dangerous, and I'm really anxious
Bidi bom basics
Sip of rum, racing
Step up in these flames and
From the first day since
I was writing I was blazing
Fighting for a place it's only right that I pick tonight to blaze and
I don't smoke, but I will inhale
Cause I've lived in hell, ever since grade six and
First place as a rapper, of age six (yeah)
I'm really cruising
All rap beef is amusing
Losing to me, start using
Your brain in the rap game cause without it you are useless
Don't gotta show me you are stupid
Now I'm tryna snipe Cupid
For making me fall in love with nothing but a cute bitch
Attitude is wack as hell, she got a nice ass though
Damn it I can't pass hoe
Forever I will pass hoes
Like that, matter of fact I'm back, just to slap a hoe
You wanna call me now? Oh really?
My attitude real spicy, like Tabasco (Uh!)
Nothing but honesty, you ain't as hot as me
You ain't the Poseidon in my Odyssey, I'm where the modest be
Halftime, all the hoes gossiping
My time, call it a prophecy
Get it right back, well probably
Get it right back, well probably
Nothing but honesty, you ain't as hot as me
You ain't the Poseidon in my Odyssey, I'm where the modest be
Halftime, all the hoes gossiping
My time, call it a prophecy
Get it right back, well probably
Get it right back, well probably
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Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Get it right back
Get it right back
Nothing but honesty, you ain't as hot as me
You ain't the Poseidon in my Odyssey, I'm where the modest be
Halftime, all the hoes gossiping
My time, call it a prophecy
Get it right back, well probably
Get it right back, well probably
Uh this what I call a hit and run
Get it right back, what I might have done
Killed a man, my fingerprints on the gun
Still I can't, stop shooting at his lungs
Bitch can, you stop telling me to run?
In his hand, there was a picture of a nun
With her, it look like to be his son, f*ck
What did I do? Damn, holding his shoe
Saying "wake up" to try to diffuse
A situation damned from the start to end
I did kill him and I can't pretend
With my pistol, gripped, from a missile
Bitch listed fits the description it's
A simple mistake, I'm getting out
I don't give a f*ck, holy shit he gotta gun bitch duck! duck!
You don't know shit bout me
You don't know shit bout C
On the beats 24/7, like watch what I'm gonna be
I don't play around with g's
Please don't mess around with me 
I don't really knew made a couple bucks of this rap shit
Your chick, she attached it's
Hilarious, Jasmine? Your Aladdin! Uh uh
Saddened by the passion of the pen, madden imma touchdown, celebrate and win
I got people calling a celebrity, I'm like nah
Don't embarrass me, please
Just another human, talk about raps well sue me
Never cared bout your duties, judge me imma have to judge Judy (Damn)
What did I do? Damn, holding his shoe
Saying "wake up" to try to diffuse
A situation damned from the start to end
I did kill him and I can't pretend
With my pistol, gripped, from a missile
Bitch listed fits the description it's
A simple mistake, I'm getting out
I don't give a f*ck, holy shit he gotta gun bitch duck! duck!
Nothing but honesty, you ain't as hot as me
You ain't the Poseidon in my Odyssey, I'm where the modest be
Halftime, all the hoes gossiping
My time, call it a prophecy
Get it right back, well probably
Get it right back, well probably
Uh this what I call a 1,2 punch
Captain Crunch but the milk all lumpy
Isn't much, left the road all bumpy
Into raps just like the trap, imma junkie
Your chick, she thick, but she is ugly
I won't miss, cause I know on Sunday
Where I'll be, praise God, we lucky!
(Lucky)
What did I do? Damn, holding his shoe
Saying "wake up" to try to diffuse
A situation damned from the start to end
I did kill him and I can't pretend
With my pistol, gripped, from a missile
Bitch listed fits the description it's
A simple mistake, I'm getting out
I don't give a f*ck, holy shit he gotta gun bitch duck! duck!
You ain't know shit from shit
Throw a fit, cause my lyrics spit
Hot flames like a dragon, a chick with bad breath you kissed
Business delirious I'm in
Immediate with a piece of paper
Really I'm really dangerous, and I'm really anxious
Bidi bom basics
Sip of rum, racing
Step up in these flames and
From the first day since
I was writing I was blazing
Fighting for a place it's only right that I pick tonight to blaze and
I don't smoke, but I will inhale
Cause I've lived in hell, ever since grade six and
First place as a rapper, of age six (yeah)
I'm really cruising
All rap beef is amusing
Losing to me, start using
Your brain in the rap game cause without it you are useless
Don't gotta show me you are stupid
Now I'm tryna snipe Cupid
For making me fall in love with nothing but a cute bitch
Attitude is wack as hell, she got a nice ass though
Damn it I can't pass hoe
Forever I will pass hoes
Like that, matter of fact I'm back, just to slap a hoe
You wanna call me now? Oh really?
My attitude real spicy, like Tabasco (Uh!)
Nothing but honesty, you ain't as hot as me
You ain't the Poseidon in my Odyssey, I'm where the modest be
Halftime, all the hoes gossiping
My time, call it a prophecy
Get it right back, well probably
Get it right back, well probably
Nothing but honesty, you ain't as hot as me
You ain't the Poseidon in my Odyssey, I'm where the modest be
Halftime, all the hoes gossiping
My time, call it a prophecy
Get it right back, well probably
Get it right back, well probably
Yeah, yeah
Get it right back
Get it right back
Nothing but honesty, you ain't as hot as me
You ain't the Poseidon in my Odyssey, I'm where the modest be
Halftime, all the hoes gossiping
My time, call it a prophecy
Get it right back, well probably
Get it right back, well probably
Uh this what I call a hit and run
Get it right back, what I might have done
Killed a man, my fingerprints on the gun
Still I can't, stop shooting at his lungs
Bitch can, you stop telling me to run?
In his hand, there was a picture of a nun
With her, it look like to be his son, f*ck
What did I do? Damn, holding his shoe
Saying "wake up" to try to diffuse
A situation damned from the start to end
I did kill him and I can't pretend
With my pistol, gripped, from a missile
Bitch listed fits the description it's
A simple mistake, I'm getting out
I don't give a f*ck, holy shit he gotta gun bitch duck! duck!
You don't know shit bout me
You don't know shit bout C
On the beats 24/7, like watch what I'm gonna be
I don't play around with g's
Please don't mess around with me 
I don't really knew made a couple bucks of this rap shit
Your chick, she attached it's
Hilarious, Jasmine? Your Aladdin! Uh uh
Saddened by the passion of the pen, madden imma touchdown, celebrate and win
I got people calling a celebrity, I'm like nah
Don't embarrass me, please
Just another human, talk about raps well sue me
Never cared bout your duties, judge me imma have to judge Judy (Damn)
What did I do? Damn, holding his shoe
Saying "wake up" to try to diffuse
A situation damned from the start to end
I did kill him and I can't pretend
With my pistol, gripped, from a missile
Bitch listed fits the description it's
A simple mistake, I'm getting out
I don't give a f*ck, holy shit he gotta gun bitch duck! duck!
Nothing but honesty, you ain't as hot as me
You ain't the Poseidon in my Odyssey, I'm where the modest be
Halftime, all the hoes gossiping
My time, call it a prophecy
Get it right back, well probably
Get it right back, well probably
Uh this what I call a 1,2 punch
Captain Crunch but the milk all lumpy
Isn't much, left the road all bumpy
Into raps just like the trap, imma junkie
Your chick, she thick, but she is ugly
I won't miss, cause I know on Sunday
Where I'll be, praise God, we lucky!
(Lucky)
What did I do? Damn, holding his shoe
Saying "wake up" to try to diffuse
A situation damned from the start to end
I did kill him and I can't pretend
With my pistol, gripped, from a missile
Bitch listed fits the description it's
A simple mistake, I'm getting out
I don't give a f*ck, holy shit he gotta gun bitch duck! duck!
You ain't know shit from shit
Throw a fit, cause my lyrics spit
Hot flames like a dragon, a chick with bad breath you kissed
Business delirious I'm in
Immediate with a piece of paper
Really I'm really dangerous, and I'm really anxious
Bidi bom basics
Sip of rum, racing
Step up in these flames and
From the first day since
I was writing I was blazing
Fighting for a place it's only right that I pick tonight to blaze and
I don't smoke, but I will inhale
Cause I've lived in hell, ever since grade six and
First place as a rapper, of age six (yeah)
I'm really cruising
All rap beef is amusing
Losing to me, start using
Your brain in the rap game cause without it you are useless
Don't gotta show me you are stupid
Now I'm tryna snipe Cupid
For making me fall in love with nothing but a cute bitch
Attitude is wack as hell, she got a nice ass though
Damn it I can't pass hoe
Forever I will pass hoes
Like that, matter of fact I'm back, just to slap a hoe
You wanna call me now? Oh really?
My attitude real spicy, like Tabasco (Uh!)
Nothing but honesty, you ain't as hot as me
You ain't the Poseidon in my Odyssey, I'm where the modest be
Halftime, all the hoes gossiping
My time, call it a prophecy
Get it right back, well probably
Get it right back, well probably
Nothing but honesty, you ain't as hot as me
You ain't the Poseidon in my Odyssey, I'm where the modest be
Halftime, all the hoes gossiping
My time, call it a prophecy
Get it right back, well probably
Get it right back, well probably
Writer: Cameron Edwards
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid