Chat off yo ass, you got me f*cked up
You say you up a cutter
I-I-I-I-I can't believe a boy who still gets rocked up by his mother,
Slice my way into the city, reign strong
Big body, not no Bentley
Big body on me always (uh)
Tr-tr-trappin' out the trunk
Leave me stuck, off the tuss
It's a must
I might bite the bullet if you bouta bust me outta tuck
Jamie outta luck (off the wall)
I'm with the shits like Tommy took a hit
I'll break a bitch, I'm not from Memphis
Big-O with my collar
Where I'm from is confidential
F*ck boy bitch with a rim and a lace,
I'm still gonna hit it, I'm still gonna face
I'm not no bitch, I'll slap off your braces
You like 35, why the hell you got braces?
I got the same metal,
But it spits out traces of shrapnel for your face
Now you are my twin, Jamie gon' win bitch
Ivy been that ugly motherf*cker
Sippin' red, hated by my mother
F*ck all the others
Alters paving waves, the more we do,
The more depraved the process gets
Got homies in the cut yeah they'll stomp you out with mocassins
James and I born sinners killed but alive again
Wanna step into our crib yeah that's the lion's den
F*ck you we are polar opposites, off the shits
Yeah I know your position, you show up to studios
With bags of compositions
Yeah we kill it quick
Steal your whole zip and proceed to smoke the shit
Try to get it back, hit you with the barbed wire razor bats
Blood on the pavement tryna get a sip of that, sick of jack
James has a Tommy
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Chat off yo ass, you got me f*cked up
You say you up a cutter
I-I-I-I-I can't believe a boy who still gets rocked up by his mother,
Slice my way into the city, reign strong
Big body, not no Bentley
Big body on me always (uh)
Tr-tr-trappin' out the trunk
Leave me stuck, off the tuss
It's a must
I might bite the bullet if you bouta bust me outta tuck
Jamie outta luck (off the wall)
I'm with the shits like Tommy took a hit
I'll break a bitch, I'm not from Memphis
Big-O with my collar
Where I'm from is confidential
F*ck boy bitch with a rim and a lace,
I'm still gonna hit it, I'm still gonna face
I'm not no bitch, I'll slap off your braces
You like 35, why the hell you got braces?
I got the same metal,
But it spits out traces of shrapnel for your face
Now you are my twin, Jamie gon' win bitch
Ivy been that ugly motherf*cker
Sippin' red, hated by my mother
F*ck all the others
Alters paving waves, the more we do,
The more depraved the process gets
Got homies in the cut yeah they'll stomp you out with mocassins
James and I born sinners killed but alive again
Wanna step into our crib yeah that's the lion's den
F*ck you we are polar opposites, off the shits
Yeah I know your position, you show up to studios
With bags of compositions
Yeah we kill it quick
Steal your whole zip and proceed to smoke the shit
Try to get it back, hit you with the barbed wire razor bats
Blood on the pavement tryna get a sip of that, sick of jack
James has a Tommy
You say you up a cutter
I-I-I-I-I can't believe a boy who still gets rocked up by his mother,
Slice my way into the city, reign strong
Big body, not no Bentley
Big body on me always (uh)
Tr-tr-trappin' out the trunk
Leave me stuck, off the tuss
It's a must
I might bite the bullet if you bouta bust me outta tuck
Jamie outta luck (off the wall)
I'm with the shits like Tommy took a hit
I'll break a bitch, I'm not from Memphis
Big-O with my collar
Where I'm from is confidential
F*ck boy bitch with a rim and a lace,
I'm still gonna hit it, I'm still gonna face
I'm not no bitch, I'll slap off your braces
You like 35, why the hell you got braces?
I got the same metal,
But it spits out traces of shrapnel for your face
Now you are my twin, Jamie gon' win bitch
Ivy been that ugly motherf*cker
Sippin' red, hated by my mother
F*ck all the others
Alters paving waves, the more we do,
The more depraved the process gets
Got homies in the cut yeah they'll stomp you out with mocassins
James and I born sinners killed but alive again
Wanna step into our crib yeah that's the lion's den
F*ck you we are polar opposites, off the shits
Yeah I know your position, you show up to studios
With bags of compositions
Yeah we kill it quick
Steal your whole zip and proceed to smoke the shit
Try to get it back, hit you with the barbed wire razor bats
Blood on the pavement tryna get a sip of that, sick of jack
James has a Tommy
Writer: James Thompson, John Thompson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid