[ Featuring Zar ]
Let's go
(Ay-ay-ayy Mel, what the f*ck is that? Yeah)
T-T-Tell that ugly bitch to get the f*ck up out my way
If it's not a bag or a verse, it can f*ckin' wait
I don't f*ck with none these bitches, you can call me mini Tate
I'm not savin' none these bitches, you can go and stash my cape
Damn, you gon' piss me off, tell lil' bro to grab the gas
We gon' do this every season, you know we put belt to ass
I'm like Tyreek in the field, you know that I got the pass
You know that these rookies just like virgins, they could never last
Tell lil' bro to grab the Mac, you know we gon' f*ckin' spin (Yeah)
All up on her mouth and she gon' swallow like a vitamin (On God)
That's yo' bitch up in my line that blew me like an instrument (Damn, damn)
While you claimin' that you got the bag, countin' dividends
Damn, you so goofy, not gon' lie this shit preposterous (Goofy)
Feeling like an agent, you know I'm moving real anonymous (Brokie)
We gon' spin and wreck yo' shit until you lose your consciousness (On god)
We know that you are a bitch, you movin' with no dominance (You a bitch)
We gon' pull up, make you run, just like an apocalypse
You know that you doomed, when we spin, we bringin' ominous (Shh)
Why the f*ck you talk to 12? You givin' out hypothesis
Not gon' lie, you talk a lot, I barely have the tolerance (Have the tolerance)
T-T-Tell that ugly bitch to get the f*ck up out my way
If it's not a bag or a verse, it can f*ckin' wait
I don't f*ck with none these bitches, you can call me mini Tate
I'm not savin' none these bitches, you can go and stash my cape
Damn, you gon' piss me off, tell lil' bro to grab the gas
We gon' do this every season, you know we put belt to ass
I'm like Tyreek in the field, you know that I got the pass
You know that these rookies just like virgins, they could never last
My niggas GBG, be careful what you steppin' on
Wockhardt shit, the cup the only bitch I'm checkin' on
Sellin' Miley Cyrus, turn the hood into a wrecking ball
Gotta thank Jesus for the cash, I put the blessings on
Ten bad bitches, call me Giannis, I'm in freak mode (Well, damn)
I pop the perc' and hit the trap for a new pole (Yeah)
Million dollars for the check, I'm in a new mode
Off-White, red bottoms, lookin' like a big Toad (Yeah)
T-T-Tell that ugly bitch to get the f*ck up out my way
If it's not a bag or a verse, it can f*ckin' wait
I don't f*ck with none these bitches, you can call me mini Tate
I'm not savin' none these bitches, you can go and stash my cape
Damn, you gon' piss me off, tell lil' bro to grab the gas
We gon' do this every season, you know we put belt to ass
I'm like Tyreek in the field, you know that I got the pass
You know that these rookies just like virgins, they could never last
