(Ooh, Holly, that's good)
(Papiyerr)
I finally came 'round, what the fuck you gon' say now?
These boys got me pissed off, I'm a big dog, bitch, I feel like a greyhound
Lately I been on liftoff, just like Kriss Kross, you gon' hear how that K sound
I'm so tired of the fake friends on the internet, say that shit to my face now
And you know my body and you know I'm solid, won't change for nothin'
Pussy, I didn't get this name from nothin'
Pull up and pop at his brains and bust it
Pictures I got in my brains disgustin'
Told her I didn't wanna leave, but that's what I needed, she actin' crazy, fuck it
I know some niggas that's mad 'cause they dusty
I'm on the road doin' shows and you lucky
Baby, I'm gettin' the bag off some other shit
How you change on your bro? You could suck a dick
Bitch, I got it, I'm tryna make my brother rich
Get the pack, run the block like the government
Baby, I get that bag and won't fumble it
Shorty, I got this tool, ain't no rumblin'
Got it right out the mud, left 'em wonderin'
How the fuck he pull up in the Cullinan?
How the fuck he make that out of mumblin'?
How the fuck he go platinum and double it?
How the fuck he fucked 'round and then doubled that?
Double G too, I ain't finished yet
My only mission to get a check
I'm runnin' late, I might get a jet
They wanna talk, we ain't into that
Ayy, we can pull up, put an end to that
I finally came 'round, what the fuck you gon' say now?
These boys got me pissed off, I'm a big dog, bitch, I feel like a greyhound
Lately I been on liftoff, just like Kriss Kross, you gon' hear how that K sound
I'm so tired of the fake friends on the internet, say that shit to my face now
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