Yuh
Yo
Ay ay ay
Ay we be chilling out back
Don't run yo mouth cus you know we be strapped
Yuh
Smoking on shit got no crack
Let you by if you gon rap
Go kick the sack
Yuh
Got millys and billys
F*ck you mean I'm ain't a king? You Silly
Like really, talk shit but get no cheese, no philly
Got a hundred of those money bags
I think some bitches be funny fags
I be the man, I be running rags
Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks
Yuh
Bitches walking all day long
Putting in work and they ain't staying strong
Then a motherf*cker wants to talk like they ain't wrong
Smack their bitch ass up and tell their ass, stay gone
(Ay we be)
I'm a rap lapper
The cap factor
The map tapper
(Chilling out back)
The fans fappers
These plastic wrappers
Same as tactic hackers
(Too bad)
If a bitch wanna be the same as me that's fine
But they gotta deal with it like a swine
(Shut the f*ck up, Shut the f*ck up)
They need to be f*cking quiet
Where there's hoodies, steal like a pirate
Like this, bitches can't f*cking hide it
Talk shit but they can't handle riots
Oh damn what a strange comparison
Looking like rams, ugly as all sin
(I f*cked up that part but let's go to the next part of the song)
I'm still better than ever
I wasn't complaining when get bad weather
Just put on a cozy sweater
Write your biggest opp a letter
It goes, we foes. You get no hoes
Besides your grandma licking on your toes
Weird ass bitch, who the f*ck knows
And say it was it like they chose
Looking at the window, watch how they froze
They mad as shit
Start ripping all they clothes
They don't do hits
Their girl suck other dude dick
Especially mine, bet
Yuh, yo, Yuh
Got a hundred of those money bags
I think some bitches be funny fags
I be the man, I be running rags
Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks
Yuh
Bitches walking all day long
Putting in work and they ain't staying strong
Then a motherf*cker wants to talk like they ain't wrong
Smack their bitch ass up and tell their ass, stay gone
Got a hundred of those money bags
I think some bitches be funny fags
I be the man, I be running rags
Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks
Yuh
Bitches walking all day long
Putting in work and they ain't staying strong
Then a motherf*cker wants to talk like they ain't wrong
Ay we be chilling out back
Don't run yo mouth cus you know we be strapped
Yuh
Smoking on shit got no crack
Let you by if you gon rap
Go kick the sack
Yuh
Got millys and billys
F*ck you mean I'm ain't a king? You Silly
Like really, talk shit but get no cheese, no philly
Got a hundred of those money bags, funny fags, funny fags, funny fags
Got a hundred of those money bags, money bags, money bags
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English
Yuh
Yo
Ay ay ay
Ay we be chilling out back
Don't run yo mouth cus you know we be strapped
Yuh
Smoking on shit got no crack
Let you by if you gon rap
Go kick the sack
Yuh
Got millys and billys
F*ck you mean I'm ain't a king? You Silly
Like really, talk shit but get no cheese, no philly
Got a hundred of those money bags
I think some bitches be funny fags
I be the man, I be running rags
Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks
Yuh
Bitches walking all day long
Putting in work and they ain't staying strong
Then a motherf*cker wants to talk like they ain't wrong
Smack their bitch ass up and tell their ass, stay gone
(Ay we be)
I'm a rap lapper
The cap factor
The map tapper
(Chilling out back)
The fans fappers
These plastic wrappers
Same as tactic hackers
(Too bad)
If a bitch wanna be the same as me that's fine
But they gotta deal with it like a swine
(Shut the f*ck up, Shut the f*ck up)
They need to be f*cking quiet
Where there's hoodies, steal like a pirate
Like this, bitches can't f*cking hide it
Talk shit but they can't handle riots
Oh damn what a strange comparison
Looking like rams, ugly as all sin
(I f*cked up that part but let's go to the next part of the song)
I'm still better than ever
I wasn't complaining when get bad weather
Just put on a cozy sweater
Write your biggest opp a letter
It goes, we foes. You get no hoes
Besides your grandma licking on your toes
Weird ass bitch, who the f*ck knows
And say it was it like they chose
Looking at the window, watch how they froze
They mad as shit
Start ripping all they clothes
They don't do hits
Their girl suck other dude dick
Especially mine, bet
Yuh, yo, Yuh
Got a hundred of those money bags
I think some bitches be funny fags
I be the man, I be running rags
Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks
Yuh
Bitches walking all day long
Putting in work and they ain't staying strong
Then a motherf*cker wants to talk like they ain't wrong
Smack their bitch ass up and tell their ass, stay gone
Got a hundred of those money bags
I think some bitches be funny fags
I be the man, I be running rags
Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks
Yuh
Bitches walking all day long
Putting in work and they ain't staying strong
Then a motherf*cker wants to talk like they ain't wrong
Ay we be chilling out back
Don't run yo mouth cus you know we be strapped
Yuh
Smoking on shit got no crack
Let you by if you gon rap
Go kick the sack
Yuh
Got millys and billys
F*ck you mean I'm ain't a king? You Silly
Like really, talk shit but get no cheese, no philly
Got a hundred of those money bags, funny fags, funny fags, funny fags
Got a hundred of those money bags, money bags, money bags
Yo
Ay ay ay
Ay we be chilling out back
Don't run yo mouth cus you know we be strapped
Yuh
Smoking on shit got no crack
Let you by if you gon rap
Go kick the sack
Yuh
Got millys and billys
F*ck you mean I'm ain't a king? You Silly
Like really, talk shit but get no cheese, no philly
Got a hundred of those money bags
I think some bitches be funny fags
I be the man, I be running rags
Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks
Yuh
Bitches walking all day long
Putting in work and they ain't staying strong
Then a motherf*cker wants to talk like they ain't wrong
Smack their bitch ass up and tell their ass, stay gone
(Ay we be)
I'm a rap lapper
The cap factor
The map tapper
(Chilling out back)
The fans fappers
These plastic wrappers
Same as tactic hackers
(Too bad)
If a bitch wanna be the same as me that's fine
But they gotta deal with it like a swine
(Shut the f*ck up, Shut the f*ck up)
They need to be f*cking quiet
Where there's hoodies, steal like a pirate
Like this, bitches can't f*cking hide it
Talk shit but they can't handle riots
Oh damn what a strange comparison
Looking like rams, ugly as all sin
(I f*cked up that part but let's go to the next part of the song)
I'm still better than ever
I wasn't complaining when get bad weather
Just put on a cozy sweater
Write your biggest opp a letter
It goes, we foes. You get no hoes
Besides your grandma licking on your toes
Weird ass bitch, who the f*ck knows
And say it was it like they chose
Looking at the window, watch how they froze
They mad as shit
Start ripping all they clothes
They don't do hits
Their girl suck other dude dick
Especially mine, bet
Yuh, yo, Yuh
Got a hundred of those money bags
I think some bitches be funny fags
I be the man, I be running rags
Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks
Yuh
Bitches walking all day long
Putting in work and they ain't staying strong
Then a motherf*cker wants to talk like they ain't wrong
Smack their bitch ass up and tell their ass, stay gone
Got a hundred of those money bags
I think some bitches be funny fags
I be the man, I be running rags
Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks
Yuh
Bitches walking all day long
Putting in work and they ain't staying strong
Then a motherf*cker wants to talk like they ain't wrong
Ay we be chilling out back
Don't run yo mouth cus you know we be strapped
Yuh
Smoking on shit got no crack
Let you by if you gon rap
Go kick the sack
Yuh
Got millys and billys
F*ck you mean I'm ain't a king? You Silly
Like really, talk shit but get no cheese, no philly
Got a hundred of those money bags, funny fags, funny fags, funny fags
Got a hundred of those money bags, money bags, money bags
Writer: Gavin Shepard
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid