(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye!)
Y'all haven't seen me since Punjabi Torture (What!)
I dropped a hit, so you checkin' the scoreboard
You see me in person, you hopped out like, oh, lord!
My dawg Famous, he hit me up
Beat on my opp, and I'll show you wassup
Got in my bag, and I started a hustle
Now I'm with Famous, you bitches in trouble
Killing this beat, I'm using a shovel
Transport the body, I'm folding the duffel
Wanted the fade, so you gonna have to scuffle
Your teeth are orange, like you eating ruffles
You takin-, like I'm pulling your muscles
Scream in your face
Westbrook, young Russell
Passin' the ball like I'm poppin' your bubble
I got the bag, 'cause y'all started to fumble
Y'all boys down bad, y'all using Bumble
You gettin' no hoes, no pussy or pum pum
Toting my guns in your face, it go boom, boom
My homie Ives just told me clutch it up
10k on the table, you is not a hustler
Bring your bitch where we goin', we never gon' fumble her
A hundred a session, but you was a stutterer
Hate on my homies, we get in a rumble
We take the AR, do a criss-cross and shuffle
My girl got a twin, so I'm f*ckin' her double
Popped a opp in his face, now he facin' the rubble
Y'all niggas thought I was gon' stop?
F*ck my main girl, 'cause she really annoying
I got a new bitch, when she sit it go boing
This chopper real real, it is not a toy
And just like the SWAT, my niggas deploy
Famous and Ives, we chill on the weekend
Pour lean in my cup, man, this shit really leaking
You stealing some candy, I already seen it
Man, I'm off on the verse man Famous come clean this
I come through, sweepin' it up like Consuela
Bitch, I'm the richest, my name is-
Dr. Doof bitch, come through to my lair
Doof
Doof
Doof!
Hit his ass with the AR
I'm callin' him Carl, his ass is a Gaylord
Runnin' it up with no wrist, I'm not Taymor
Punchin' up on a nigga, he a hater
You niggas is burnt out and rusty, like Mater
Shout out to Ives, he came through for a player
I told that bitch, bye, I'm not seeing her later
You diss me, your homies ain't seeing you later
Body snatcher, I call that shit a gator
Bobby Boucher, I'm the number one player
I put too much sauce on the beat, it was major!
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(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye!)
Y'all haven't seen me since Punjabi Torture (What!)
I dropped a hit, so you checkin' the scoreboard
You see me in person, you hopped out like, oh, lord!
My dawg Famous, he hit me up
Beat on my opp, and I'll show you wassup
Got in my bag, and I started a hustle
Now I'm with Famous, you bitches in trouble
Killing this beat, I'm using a shovel
Transport the body, I'm folding the duffel
Wanted the fade, so you gonna have to scuffle
Your teeth are orange, like you eating ruffles
You takin-, like I'm pulling your muscles
Scream in your face
Westbrook, young Russell
Passin' the ball like I'm poppin' your bubble
I got the bag, 'cause y'all started to fumble
Y'all boys down bad, y'all using Bumble
You gettin' no hoes, no pussy or pum pum
Toting my guns in your face, it go boom, boom
My homie Ives just told me clutch it up
10k on the table, you is not a hustler
Bring your bitch where we goin', we never gon' fumble her
A hundred a session, but you was a stutterer
Hate on my homies, we get in a rumble
We take the AR, do a criss-cross and shuffle
My girl got a twin, so I'm f*ckin' her double
Popped a opp in his face, now he facin' the rubble
Y'all niggas thought I was gon' stop?
F*ck my main girl, 'cause she really annoying
I got a new bitch, when she sit it go boing
This chopper real real, it is not a toy
And just like the SWAT, my niggas deploy
Famous and Ives, we chill on the weekend
Pour lean in my cup, man, this shit really leaking
You stealing some candy, I already seen it
Man, I'm off on the verse man Famous come clean this
I come through, sweepin' it up like Consuela
Bitch, I'm the richest, my name is-
Dr. Doof bitch, come through to my lair
Doof
Doof
Doof!
Hit his ass with the AR
I'm callin' him Carl, his ass is a Gaylord
Runnin' it up with no wrist, I'm not Taymor
Punchin' up on a nigga, he a hater
You niggas is burnt out and rusty, like Mater
Shout out to Ives, he came through for a player
I told that bitch, bye, I'm not seeing her later
You diss me, your homies ain't seeing you later
Body snatcher, I call that shit a gator
Bobby Boucher, I'm the number one player
I put too much sauce on the beat, it was major!
(Aye)
(Aye!)
Y'all haven't seen me since Punjabi Torture (What!)
I dropped a hit, so you checkin' the scoreboard
You see me in person, you hopped out like, oh, lord!
My dawg Famous, he hit me up
Beat on my opp, and I'll show you wassup
Got in my bag, and I started a hustle
Now I'm with Famous, you bitches in trouble
Killing this beat, I'm using a shovel
Transport the body, I'm folding the duffel
Wanted the fade, so you gonna have to scuffle
Your teeth are orange, like you eating ruffles
You takin-, like I'm pulling your muscles
Scream in your face
Westbrook, young Russell
Passin' the ball like I'm poppin' your bubble
I got the bag, 'cause y'all started to fumble
Y'all boys down bad, y'all using Bumble
You gettin' no hoes, no pussy or pum pum
Toting my guns in your face, it go boom, boom
My homie Ives just told me clutch it up
10k on the table, you is not a hustler
Bring your bitch where we goin', we never gon' fumble her
A hundred a session, but you was a stutterer
Hate on my homies, we get in a rumble
We take the AR, do a criss-cross and shuffle
My girl got a twin, so I'm f*ckin' her double
Popped a opp in his face, now he facin' the rubble
Y'all niggas thought I was gon' stop?
F*ck my main girl, 'cause she really annoying
I got a new bitch, when she sit it go boing
This chopper real real, it is not a toy
And just like the SWAT, my niggas deploy
Famous and Ives, we chill on the weekend
Pour lean in my cup, man, this shit really leaking
You stealing some candy, I already seen it
Man, I'm off on the verse man Famous come clean this
I come through, sweepin' it up like Consuela
Bitch, I'm the richest, my name is-
Dr. Doof bitch, come through to my lair
Doof
Doof
Doof!
Hit his ass with the AR
I'm callin' him Carl, his ass is a Gaylord
Runnin' it up with no wrist, I'm not Taymor
Punchin' up on a nigga, he a hater
You niggas is burnt out and rusty, like Mater
Shout out to Ives, he came through for a player
I told that bitch, bye, I'm not seeing her later
You diss me, your homies ain't seeing you later
Body snatcher, I call that shit a gator
Bobby Boucher, I'm the number one player
I put too much sauce on the beat, it was major!
Writer: Famous Nealy, Iverson Goodwin, Antwon Sewell
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: TVXP
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Famous Nealy, Iverson Goodwin, Antwon Sewell