That boy can't f*ck with me at all
He wanna compete, im bout to go off
Everybody knowing he wanting some clout
I take ya hoe put the Drench in her mouth
The f*ck we debating about?
Im knowing you capping no doubt (Hey-Hey)
They telling me Alan, I'm thinking A.I
Put on my 'sleeve' and this pussy get 'crossed' out
Got me a tooly for you and lil tooly
I got a cam for ya bitch for a movie
You really a fan, boy get to moving
I got these bands, & I get to grooving
Bitch ima God when it come to this music
& bitch you a fraud, you sinning, you losing
Okay, Okay got em in awe, Im having vvs you rocking some flaw
Ian never heard about you in no brawl, aint never heard about you in them halls
Back in the day I can f*ck plenty hoes
Matter of fact you the type nigga get exposed
Now you be trapping, what have you sold?
You calling my name you want smoke with the goat
Bitch I be dead aim, the f*ck I look like taking some back like Cole
Bitch I am dat thing, the f*ck I look like losing to a nigga like you
Boy ima real hoodbaby, know det that Westside made me
Huh, boy done woke up a demon
You the type nigga try'ta be me
Ian even trying ian lying, dis nigga back of the line
Dis nigga bars declined, yo gang ain't harder den mines
Yo life wun harder den mine, boy if you get of line
Mask up like it's covid around, I shoot off the fade like Kobe around
Shoutout Guido, his symbol a 3
Yo name alan not 'The Answer' to me, you gotta answer to me
Put a dot on yo head like 'I' den cross you like 't'
Birdie on me like Phili boy, 76er, ima fix em, he is tripping
Wake em up, this nigga dreaming, smoke his ass I'm nicotining
Leave a dead body, gave me a reason
Say my name get the heebie-jeebies, say my name I'm like Jeepers Creepers (wrong witcha dog?)
That boy can't f*ck with me at all
He wanna compete, im bout to go off
Everybody knowing he wanting some clout
I take ya hoe put the Drench in her mouth
The f*ck we debating about?
Im knowing you capping no doubt (Hey-Hey)
They telling me Alan, I'm thinking A.I
Put on my 'sleeve' and this pussy get 'crossed' out
Got me a tooly for you and lil tooly
I got a cam for ya bitch for a movie
You really a fan, boy get to moving
I got these bands, & I get to grooving
Bitch ima God when it come to this music
& bitch you a fraud, you sinning, you losing
Hey-hey f*ck wrong wit dat boy, f*ck wrong wit dat boy
Uh-Huh, f*ck wrong wit dis boy, nigga ain't making no noise; nah
F*ck wrong wit dis boy , nigga a real lil boy
They talking Alan , im thinking A.I, put on my sleeve this pussy get crossed out
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That boy can't f*ck with me at all
He wanna compete, im bout to go off
Everybody knowing he wanting some clout
I take ya hoe put the Drench in her mouth
The f*ck we debating about?
Im knowing you capping no doubt (Hey-Hey)
They telling me Alan, I'm thinking A.I
Put on my 'sleeve' and this pussy get 'crossed' out
Got me a tooly for you and lil tooly
I got a cam for ya bitch for a movie
You really a fan, boy get to moving
I got these bands, & I get to grooving
Bitch ima God when it come to this music
& bitch you a fraud, you sinning, you losing
Okay, Okay got em in awe, Im having vvs you rocking some flaw
Ian never heard about you in no brawl, aint never heard about you in them halls
Back in the day I can f*ck plenty hoes
Matter of fact you the type nigga get exposed
Now you be trapping, what have you sold?
You calling my name you want smoke with the goat
Bitch I be dead aim, the f*ck I look like taking some back like Cole
Bitch I am dat thing, the f*ck I look like losing to a nigga like you
Boy ima real hoodbaby, know det that Westside made me
Huh, boy done woke up a demon
You the type nigga try'ta be me
Ian even trying ian lying, dis nigga back of the line
Dis nigga bars declined, yo gang ain't harder den mines
Yo life wun harder den mine, boy if you get of line
Mask up like it's covid around, I shoot off the fade like Kobe around
Shoutout Guido, his symbol a 3
Yo name alan not 'The Answer' to me, you gotta answer to me
Put a dot on yo head like 'I' den cross you like 't'
Birdie on me like Phili boy, 76er, ima fix em, he is tripping
Wake em up, this nigga dreaming, smoke his ass I'm nicotining
Leave a dead body, gave me a reason
Say my name get the heebie-jeebies, say my name I'm like Jeepers Creepers (wrong witcha dog?)
That boy can't f*ck with me at all
He wanna compete, im bout to go off
Everybody knowing he wanting some clout
I take ya hoe put the Drench in her mouth
The f*ck we debating about?
Im knowing you capping no doubt (Hey-Hey)
They telling me Alan, I'm thinking A.I
Put on my 'sleeve' and this pussy get 'crossed' out
Got me a tooly for you and lil tooly
I got a cam for ya bitch for a movie
You really a fan, boy get to moving
I got these bands, & I get to grooving
Bitch ima God when it come to this music
& bitch you a fraud, you sinning, you losing
Hey-hey f*ck wrong wit dat boy, f*ck wrong wit dat boy
Uh-Huh, f*ck wrong wit dis boy, nigga ain't making no noise; nah
F*ck wrong wit dis boy , nigga a real lil boy
They talking Alan , im thinking A.I, put on my sleeve this pussy get crossed out
He wanna compete, im bout to go off
Everybody knowing he wanting some clout
I take ya hoe put the Drench in her mouth
The f*ck we debating about?
Im knowing you capping no doubt (Hey-Hey)
They telling me Alan, I'm thinking A.I
Put on my 'sleeve' and this pussy get 'crossed' out
Got me a tooly for you and lil tooly
I got a cam for ya bitch for a movie
You really a fan, boy get to moving
I got these bands, & I get to grooving
Bitch ima God when it come to this music
& bitch you a fraud, you sinning, you losing
Okay, Okay got em in awe, Im having vvs you rocking some flaw
Ian never heard about you in no brawl, aint never heard about you in them halls
Back in the day I can f*ck plenty hoes
Matter of fact you the type nigga get exposed
Now you be trapping, what have you sold?
You calling my name you want smoke with the goat
Bitch I be dead aim, the f*ck I look like taking some back like Cole
Bitch I am dat thing, the f*ck I look like losing to a nigga like you
Boy ima real hoodbaby, know det that Westside made me
Huh, boy done woke up a demon
You the type nigga try'ta be me
Ian even trying ian lying, dis nigga back of the line
Dis nigga bars declined, yo gang ain't harder den mines
Yo life wun harder den mine, boy if you get of line
Mask up like it's covid around, I shoot off the fade like Kobe around
Shoutout Guido, his symbol a 3
Yo name alan not 'The Answer' to me, you gotta answer to me
Put a dot on yo head like 'I' den cross you like 't'
Birdie on me like Phili boy, 76er, ima fix em, he is tripping
Wake em up, this nigga dreaming, smoke his ass I'm nicotining
Leave a dead body, gave me a reason
Say my name get the heebie-jeebies, say my name I'm like Jeepers Creepers (wrong witcha dog?)
That boy can't f*ck with me at all
He wanna compete, im bout to go off
Everybody knowing he wanting some clout
I take ya hoe put the Drench in her mouth
The f*ck we debating about?
Im knowing you capping no doubt (Hey-Hey)
They telling me Alan, I'm thinking A.I
Put on my 'sleeve' and this pussy get 'crossed' out
Got me a tooly for you and lil tooly
I got a cam for ya bitch for a movie
You really a fan, boy get to moving
I got these bands, & I get to grooving
Bitch ima God when it come to this music
& bitch you a fraud, you sinning, you losing
Hey-hey f*ck wrong wit dat boy, f*ck wrong wit dat boy
Uh-Huh, f*ck wrong wit dis boy, nigga ain't making no noise; nah
F*ck wrong wit dis boy , nigga a real lil boy
They talking Alan , im thinking A.I, put on my sleeve this pussy get crossed out
Writer: Tyler Frazier
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