(Hello? Where Mikaae at?)
Headin' to Pennsylvania, but I ain't got my pencil on me
And shawty munchin' on the stank dick, like it's rotten salami
Got a free Snap-On tool, they ain't very fond of me
I'm laughin' at their bullshit, niggas think that they was tauntin' me
Now I'm ridin' like a ghost rider
Slidin' side to side up in the darkness, got me so tired
Blazin' down the road just like I'm Johnny, leave a trail of fire
Gotta let the flame sing, just like a choppa in a choir
I don't really understand, she ain't let me hit
Nigga in a stolen Hellcat, he slid in the pit
Bro nigga shop at Goodwill, he got a cheap fit
Found a bad bitch at Walmart, got her suckin' the dick
Now I'm zoomin' down the road in a Honda Civic
Fake-ass M3 Competition, yeah he think he did it
He tryna hype up a hand-me-down, that shit parasitic
He tryna pass inspection, but he can't, they stole his catalytic
In the Walmart parking lot, she gave me throat, she called me baby
That nigga off-beat as f*ck, he got shitty latency
Got that football stance, now it's time to huddle
Brought the Walmart hoe back to the crib, now she tryna cuddle
Red, you are not as good as Jay, hate to burst your bubble
Nigga droppin' snippits off of Bandlab, get that bitch in trouble
I bet you won't help yo twin if he under the rubble
Nigga said he got opps, but never been inside a tussle
Bitch-ass nigga tryna fight, but he ain't got no muscle
Tryna fight over your cheating wife, you a f*ckin' cuckold
Crash out, tryna up the Glock up with the muzzle
He don't give a damn, he finna stuff him in a duffel
Nigga dressed like he ready for war in a Fortnite lobby
I'mma whip you up a chopped cheese, but it won't be ocky
Brodie off the perks, he tryna talk while he sippin' wocky
Man f*ck that Walmart bitch, she really got me
Headin' to Pennsylvania, but I ain't got my pencil on me
And shawty munchin' on the stank dick, like it's rotten salami
Got a free Snap-On tool, they ain't very fond of me
I'm laughin' at their bullshit, niggas think that they was tauntin' me
Now I'm ridin' like a ghost rider
Slidin' side to side up in the darkness, got me so tired
Blazin' down the road just like I'm Johnny, leave a trail of fire
Gotta let the flame sing, just like a choppa in a choir
Mikaae - Pennsylvania Lyrics
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(Hello? Where Mikaae at?)
Headin' to Pennsylvania, but I ain't got my pencil on me
And shawty munchin' on the stank dick, like it's rotten salami
Got a free Snap-On tool, they ain't very fond of me
I'm laughin' at their bullshit, niggas think that they was tauntin' me
Now I'm ridin' like a ghost rider
Slidin' side to side up in the darkness, got me so tired
Blazin' down the road just like I'm Johnny, leave a trail of fire
Gotta let the flame sing, just like a choppa in a choir
I don't really understand, she ain't let me hit
Nigga in a stolen Hellcat, he slid in the pit
Bro nigga shop at Goodwill, he got a cheap fit
Found a bad bitch at Walmart, got her suckin' the dick
Now I'm zoomin' down the road in a Honda Civic
Fake-ass M3 Competition, yeah he think he did it
He tryna hype up a hand-me-down, that shit parasitic
He tryna pass inspection, but he can't, they stole his catalytic
In the Walmart parking lot, she gave me throat, she called me baby
That nigga off-beat as f*ck, he got shitty latency
Got that football stance, now it's time to huddle
Brought the Walmart hoe back to the crib, now she tryna cuddle
Red, you are not as good as Jay, hate to burst your bubble
Nigga droppin' snippits off of Bandlab, get that bitch in trouble
I bet you won't help yo twin if he under the rubble
Nigga said he got opps, but never been inside a tussle
Bitch-ass nigga tryna fight, but he ain't got no muscle
Tryna fight over your cheating wife, you a f*ckin' cuckold
Crash out, tryna up the Glock up with the muzzle
He don't give a damn, he finna stuff him in a duffel
Nigga dressed like he ready for war in a Fortnite lobby
I'mma whip you up a chopped cheese, but it won't be ocky
Brodie off the perks, he tryna talk while he sippin' wocky
Man f*ck that Walmart bitch, she really got me
Headin' to Pennsylvania, but I ain't got my pencil on me
And shawty munchin' on the stank dick, like it's rotten salami
Got a free Snap-On tool, they ain't very fond of me
I'm laughin' at their bullshit, niggas think that they was tauntin' me
Now I'm ridin' like a ghost rider
Slidin' side to side up in the darkness, got me so tired
Blazin' down the road just like I'm Johnny, leave a trail of fire
Gotta let the flame sing, just like a choppa in a choir
Headin' to Pennsylvania, but I ain't got my pencil on me
And shawty munchin' on the stank dick, like it's rotten salami
Got a free Snap-On tool, they ain't very fond of me
I'm laughin' at their bullshit, niggas think that they was tauntin' me
Now I'm ridin' like a ghost rider
Slidin' side to side up in the darkness, got me so tired
Blazin' down the road just like I'm Johnny, leave a trail of fire
Gotta let the flame sing, just like a choppa in a choir
I don't really understand, she ain't let me hit
Nigga in a stolen Hellcat, he slid in the pit
Bro nigga shop at Goodwill, he got a cheap fit
Found a bad bitch at Walmart, got her suckin' the dick
Now I'm zoomin' down the road in a Honda Civic
Fake-ass M3 Competition, yeah he think he did it
He tryna hype up a hand-me-down, that shit parasitic
He tryna pass inspection, but he can't, they stole his catalytic
In the Walmart parking lot, she gave me throat, she called me baby
That nigga off-beat as f*ck, he got shitty latency
Got that football stance, now it's time to huddle
Brought the Walmart hoe back to the crib, now she tryna cuddle
Red, you are not as good as Jay, hate to burst your bubble
Nigga droppin' snippits off of Bandlab, get that bitch in trouble
I bet you won't help yo twin if he under the rubble
Nigga said he got opps, but never been inside a tussle
Bitch-ass nigga tryna fight, but he ain't got no muscle
Tryna fight over your cheating wife, you a f*ckin' cuckold
Crash out, tryna up the Glock up with the muzzle
He don't give a damn, he finna stuff him in a duffel
Nigga dressed like he ready for war in a Fortnite lobby
I'mma whip you up a chopped cheese, but it won't be ocky
Brodie off the perks, he tryna talk while he sippin' wocky
Man f*ck that Walmart bitch, she really got me
Headin' to Pennsylvania, but I ain't got my pencil on me
And shawty munchin' on the stank dick, like it's rotten salami
Got a free Snap-On tool, they ain't very fond of me
I'm laughin' at their bullshit, niggas think that they was tauntin' me
Now I'm ridin' like a ghost rider
Slidin' side to side up in the darkness, got me so tired
Blazin' down the road just like I'm Johnny, leave a trail of fire
Gotta let the flame sing, just like a choppa in a choir
Writer: Mikaae .
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