Mange strusic! Bang bou yitch! Follow now see, check it out I say: This song is dedicated to the ball droppers But I'ma switch the letters around and say drall boppers! We coming to get ya so get the message to all coppers That you need protection Or you better have ch'all yoppers!
What a shame when a thang blast at ya Cause you're lame you're a dame slash actor These dudes are ho's from screws to toes They choose to go bass ackwards Tecca nina bout to hit 'em wit the woop wop Now the barrel of my governor is hoo tot Cause you the type that'll get your whole shew crot Loud mouth nigga trippin' thinking that he putac
Got a strong hand, I'm a mown grand Little boy, now you fuckin' with the clong ran Oh you just showboatin'? It's over now y'all can quit Cause you can get it for something near as shalkin' tit Just a crone phall, then it's on y'all Fuck around and get ya dome sawed off a brone stawl I can't wait to hear ya squeal and holler
How you set trippin' when you got a multi-dillion mollars, nigga Stupid, such a sucker Nuck figgas always got to make a chother bruncha Never had no problem takin' down another buster Cause they be doin' shit bass ackwards futhermucka
I'm yo gotti, the drug dealer I'm yo gotti, the thug nigga I'm yo gotti, my own heir And if you wanna odx, then tell gotti to blow it, nigga I've been getting money for a long time You've been throwing up the wrong sign Pussy ass nigga, you a cross jump Fuck boy, you a ho nigga
And you remind me of my ho, nigga None out here than a broke nigga Got a [?] , and an ak, and an fn Got a white [?] , and a white ghost, and a white benz I ain't wantin' with niggas, so you don't get money with niggas I don't make funny with niggas I don't get honey with niggas Just keep it one hunned with niggas Tripping one thousand with niggas I rentin' houses with niggas I put in work with the squad, we even so foul with a nigga So, fuck
Bass ackwards, anonymous with rappers All these niggas claiming they maintaining with the factors When you push a package, would you ever clap shit All these niggas talking ain't done nothing but this rap shit Reason why I take this place and had to find some spaces I killed one of these fucking rap niggas and ate his fucking face Glaze at this rap game, mistake I ever made
It hit me wind and rewind, deleting everything I layed More frim a rap nigga, rock nigga, I don't lie for fun Fuck fame, and fuck you, and fuck him, and her too Had to call the big dog, I had to breathe smoke But yo gotti and big scoob, and this ain't called dope? Bass ackwards These niggas ass backwards
She let me hit that ass backwards Pussy niggas act hard, get killed for bad acting Trigger man laugh man Its funny how this shit go Redrum was the case that they gave me I sipped slow and stumbled down a slipped slope I could hide the chopper in the trench coat Tunechi go berserk in this bitch
Spellin' stressed backwards, dessert when my shit I'm reversing this shit My double r & r, I park on the curb in this bitch The money, I'm submerged in this shit So frankly, I'm stalking ben franklin I am wayne carter, oops, I meant cayne warter Cocaine on back arter Flip you ass backwards Bitch you are bass ackwards if you think that's awkward Strange music
Compositores: Aaron Dontez Yates (Tech N9ne) (ASCAP), Dwayne Carter (Lil Wayne) (BMI), George Henry James Blackmore (PRS), Mario Mims (Yo Gotti) (ASCAP), Steward Duane Ashby Jr (Big Scoob) (ASCAP)Editores: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI), Young Money Publishing Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #15673945 em 18/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM