Well what about that
Niggas not talkin' 'bout nothin' but that cap we knew that
Woah
Feelin' like Ichigo run up I'm rippin' his soul
I feel like Christiano Ronaldo how I score the goals
Got too many flows
Yeah I'm doing these niggas like Joel Emiid in the post
My Choppa like sugar it's finna turn you right to cinnamon toast
Matte black I'm cuttin' up woulda thought you seen a ghost
Woah
Im tryna rage at the show
Yeah used to sell gas for the low
I was fourteen started trappin' I put it on bro
Had to swear on the code
I swear to God my heart is cold
Hot head put that shit to the side
'Cause I got a heavy load
Mama
Your son walk with the gunners
Hey Choppa bullet hit that boy
Turn the whole squad to a runner
You can't pop a medkit once this bullet hit your brains
She know I get chicken I'm not talking raisin' canes
Well what about that
Niggas not talkin' 'bout nothin' but that cap we knew that
Woah
Feelin' like Ichigo run up I'm rippin' his soul
I feel like Christiano Ronaldo how I score the goals
Got too many flows
Yeah I'm doing these niggas like Joel Emiid in the post
My Choppa like sugar it's finna turn you right to cinnamon toast
Matte black I'm cuttin' up woulda thought you seen a ghost
Cracked out Ninja
Nigga I'm
Cracked out Ninja
I could make your girl tap out nigga
Toolie lash out nigga
She want me cause I got figures
Uncle Ruckus I hate niggas
You know me 'Imma go get to that guap
You know me I got that shit right on lock
Woah boy just pass me the rock
Oh boy he tryna talk
We finna blow his top off
My Spyda gon' pop off
Imma just walk off
Hey imma just walk off
Well what about that
Niggas not talkin' 'bout nothin' but that cap we knew that
Woah
Feelin' like Ichigo run up I'm rippin' his soul
I feel like Christiano Ronaldo how I score the goals
Got too many flows
Yeah I'm doing these niggas like Joel Emiid in the post
My Choppa like sugar it's finna turn you right to cinnamon toast
Matte black I'm cuttin' up woulda thought you seen a ghost
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Well what about that
Niggas not talkin' 'bout nothin' but that cap we knew that
Woah
Feelin' like Ichigo run up I'm rippin' his soul
I feel like Christiano Ronaldo how I score the goals
Got too many flows
Yeah I'm doing these niggas like Joel Emiid in the post
My Choppa like sugar it's finna turn you right to cinnamon toast
Matte black I'm cuttin' up woulda thought you seen a ghost
Woah
Im tryna rage at the show
Yeah used to sell gas for the low
I was fourteen started trappin' I put it on bro
Had to swear on the code
I swear to God my heart is cold
Hot head put that shit to the side
'Cause I got a heavy load
Mama
Your son walk with the gunners
Hey Choppa bullet hit that boy
Turn the whole squad to a runner
You can't pop a medkit once this bullet hit your brains
She know I get chicken I'm not talking raisin' canes
Well what about that
Niggas not talkin' 'bout nothin' but that cap we knew that
Woah
Feelin' like Ichigo run up I'm rippin' his soul
I feel like Christiano Ronaldo how I score the goals
Got too many flows
Yeah I'm doing these niggas like Joel Emiid in the post
My Choppa like sugar it's finna turn you right to cinnamon toast
Matte black I'm cuttin' up woulda thought you seen a ghost
Cracked out Ninja
Nigga I'm
Cracked out Ninja
I could make your girl tap out nigga
Toolie lash out nigga
She want me cause I got figures
Uncle Ruckus I hate niggas
You know me 'Imma go get to that guap
You know me I got that shit right on lock
Woah boy just pass me the rock
Oh boy he tryna talk
We finna blow his top off
My Spyda gon' pop off
Imma just walk off
Hey imma just walk off
Well what about that
Niggas not talkin' 'bout nothin' but that cap we knew that
Woah
Feelin' like Ichigo run up I'm rippin' his soul
I feel like Christiano Ronaldo how I score the goals
Got too many flows
Yeah I'm doing these niggas like Joel Emiid in the post
My Choppa like sugar it's finna turn you right to cinnamon toast
Matte black I'm cuttin' up woulda thought you seen a ghost
Niggas not talkin' 'bout nothin' but that cap we knew that
Woah
Feelin' like Ichigo run up I'm rippin' his soul
I feel like Christiano Ronaldo how I score the goals
Got too many flows
Yeah I'm doing these niggas like Joel Emiid in the post
My Choppa like sugar it's finna turn you right to cinnamon toast
Matte black I'm cuttin' up woulda thought you seen a ghost
Woah
Im tryna rage at the show
Yeah used to sell gas for the low
I was fourteen started trappin' I put it on bro
Had to swear on the code
I swear to God my heart is cold
Hot head put that shit to the side
'Cause I got a heavy load
Mama
Your son walk with the gunners
Hey Choppa bullet hit that boy
Turn the whole squad to a runner
You can't pop a medkit once this bullet hit your brains
She know I get chicken I'm not talking raisin' canes
Well what about that
Niggas not talkin' 'bout nothin' but that cap we knew that
Woah
Feelin' like Ichigo run up I'm rippin' his soul
I feel like Christiano Ronaldo how I score the goals
Got too many flows
Yeah I'm doing these niggas like Joel Emiid in the post
My Choppa like sugar it's finna turn you right to cinnamon toast
Matte black I'm cuttin' up woulda thought you seen a ghost
Cracked out Ninja
Nigga I'm
Cracked out Ninja
I could make your girl tap out nigga
Toolie lash out nigga
She want me cause I got figures
Uncle Ruckus I hate niggas
You know me 'Imma go get to that guap
You know me I got that shit right on lock
Woah boy just pass me the rock
Oh boy he tryna talk
We finna blow his top off
My Spyda gon' pop off
Imma just walk off
Hey imma just walk off
Well what about that
Niggas not talkin' 'bout nothin' but that cap we knew that
Woah
Feelin' like Ichigo run up I'm rippin' his soul
I feel like Christiano Ronaldo how I score the goals
Got too many flows
Yeah I'm doing these niggas like Joel Emiid in the post
My Choppa like sugar it's finna turn you right to cinnamon toast
Matte black I'm cuttin' up woulda thought you seen a ghost
Writer: Abba Mayanja
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid