Let's go, let's go, let's go
Shoutout my niggas Saiby, shoutout my nigga Teezy, man
Yeah, yeah
He think he better than me, okay, let's see, I'ma goat with this rappin' shit
I'm here indefinitely, oh, you disagree, I'm ready for conflict
Get the crowd jumpin' like mosh pits, do the feature, I'm passin' out free assists
Not sure why that boy still exists, like Santa got a bag full of gifts
Pick one, you cuff to that ho, you goin' out bad
Spankin' niggas puttin' belts to ass, Teachin' nigga's boy come to class
He ain't pass, that shit is still trash, all of my friends are dead
You too if you ain't in red, need a loaf ain't talkin' bout bread
See Jordan, that nigga is dead, but I ain't tryna talk about beef
But she gon' come play with this meat, f*ck you and your whole family tree
F*ck you, it's me versus me, and I ain't in no big three
Blockin' y'all like JaVale McGee, f*ck that, I'm curry from deep
F*ck that, I'm bron with the heat, but I ain't got no D-Wade
No partner we not playin' spades, I own you niggas like slaves
Layin' down, you niggas like waves, you workin' in minimum wage
She diggin' my swag like graves, she misbehave, throwin' her out like fades
I'm killin' this beat, no aids, he think he tough, but he stupid
I'm takin' this shit, he got looted, thinkin' he P, but he Cupid
See through that shit, boy, you're translucent, I'm the reason you niggas in all black
I'm big, dawg, nigga, somethin' like Shaq, stealing' swag, nigga, give me that shit back
Copyright claims, nigga, I need a rack, you know what, matter of fact, scratch that
Scratch that
Scratch that
Scratch that
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Let's go, let's go, let's go
Shoutout my niggas Saiby, shoutout my nigga Teezy, man
Yeah, yeah
He think he better than me, okay, let's see, I'ma goat with this rappin' shit
I'm here indefinitely, oh, you disagree, I'm ready for conflict
Get the crowd jumpin' like mosh pits, do the feature, I'm passin' out free assists
Not sure why that boy still exists, like Santa got a bag full of gifts
Pick one, you cuff to that ho, you goin' out bad
Spankin' niggas puttin' belts to ass, Teachin' nigga's boy come to class
He ain't pass, that shit is still trash, all of my friends are dead
You too if you ain't in red, need a loaf ain't talkin' bout bread
See Jordan, that nigga is dead, but I ain't tryna talk about beef
But she gon' come play with this meat, f*ck you and your whole family tree
F*ck you, it's me versus me, and I ain't in no big three
Blockin' y'all like JaVale McGee, f*ck that, I'm curry from deep
F*ck that, I'm bron with the heat, but I ain't got no D-Wade
No partner we not playin' spades, I own you niggas like slaves
Layin' down, you niggas like waves, you workin' in minimum wage
She diggin' my swag like graves, she misbehave, throwin' her out like fades
I'm killin' this beat, no aids, he think he tough, but he stupid
I'm takin' this shit, he got looted, thinkin' he P, but he Cupid
See through that shit, boy, you're translucent, I'm the reason you niggas in all black
I'm big, dawg, nigga, somethin' like Shaq, stealing' swag, nigga, give me that shit back
Copyright claims, nigga, I need a rack, you know what, matter of fact, scratch that
Scratch that
Scratch that
Scratch that
Shoutout my niggas Saiby, shoutout my nigga Teezy, man
Yeah, yeah
He think he better than me, okay, let's see, I'ma goat with this rappin' shit
I'm here indefinitely, oh, you disagree, I'm ready for conflict
Get the crowd jumpin' like mosh pits, do the feature, I'm passin' out free assists
Not sure why that boy still exists, like Santa got a bag full of gifts
Pick one, you cuff to that ho, you goin' out bad
Spankin' niggas puttin' belts to ass, Teachin' nigga's boy come to class
He ain't pass, that shit is still trash, all of my friends are dead
You too if you ain't in red, need a loaf ain't talkin' bout bread
See Jordan, that nigga is dead, but I ain't tryna talk about beef
But she gon' come play with this meat, f*ck you and your whole family tree
F*ck you, it's me versus me, and I ain't in no big three
Blockin' y'all like JaVale McGee, f*ck that, I'm curry from deep
F*ck that, I'm bron with the heat, but I ain't got no D-Wade
No partner we not playin' spades, I own you niggas like slaves
Layin' down, you niggas like waves, you workin' in minimum wage
She diggin' my swag like graves, she misbehave, throwin' her out like fades
I'm killin' this beat, no aids, he think he tough, but he stupid
I'm takin' this shit, he got looted, thinkin' he P, but he Cupid
See through that shit, boy, you're translucent, I'm the reason you niggas in all black
I'm big, dawg, nigga, somethin' like Shaq, stealing' swag, nigga, give me that shit back
Copyright claims, nigga, I need a rack, you know what, matter of fact, scratch that
Scratch that
Scratch that
Scratch that
Writer: Tre Bell
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