Pull up on the block and I’m lit got em’ looking real sick throw it up won’t miss
Issa home run hit
Getcha Weight Up ( x 4)
Oh my God he the best outburst like tourette's I ain’t even got to stress
Keep it trill nothing less Getcha Weight Up ( x 4)
Shake my hand at the show
But you hating on the low
Heard you like the way I flow
Got to stream like a O (cean)
Working on these rhymes
On the clock never waste time
On the ladder and I got to climb
To the top cause’ the case mine
Feet up in the trap I don’t even wanna rap put my city on the map in the church doing laps Whipping’ and Flippin’ and throwing up 4’s banging up west and cooking on the stove you thinking you bout it they kick in the doors leaving you dripping like the water hose
Body dry if you keep running your mouth
From Montgomery, Alabama we ain’t never seen a drought you can drown cause we up right now
And we living for a purpose till’ we float up to the clouds (aye)
Pull up on the block and I’m lit got em’ looking real sick throw it up won’t miss
Issa home run hit
Getcha Weight Up ( x 4)
Oh my God he the best outburst like tourette's I ain’t even got to stress
Keep it trill nothing less Getcha Weight Up ( x 4)
Never thought I'd be on a classic beat
But i ain't got no limit no master p
I'm bout to kill the beat another Casualty Yep it's bout to be another tragedy
And then I'm gonna walk out casually dazzling like this is Actually, happening don't miss this Masterpiece , it has to be, ecliptic You don't see then put it on yah wish list We gone ride out for the winter
I call up my friend and we go out to dinner
I think I should date her cause that'd be a winner They wish that I would I'm not talking bout splinters (nah)
But I got to stack up the plates (Go bigger) Then I'm gone be bouncing away (No tigger) And jt would want to put me on a song
That got something to do with some weight (go figure) I do this to show you my god
Aye That's why I go hard for the lawd Yah
Yo sodium levels be high Aye
You need to cool it with the salt yah
I'm losing some weight in a minute aye
And you can believe it or nah Yah
But I don't keep none of the glory for myself
I Give all the glory to god Yah
Pull up on the block and I’m lit got em’ looking real sick throw it up won’t miss
Issa home run hit
Getcha Weight Up ( x 4)
Oh my God he the best outburst like tourette's I ain’t even got to stress
Keep it trill nothing less Getcha Weight Up ( x 4)
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