Lyrics
Gimme da loot
Gimme da gas
I’m with the crew
Running it back
quarterback
Like Mike Vick
Talk my shit
That’s your bitch?
She ain’t lit
She ain’t fit
Hit the gym
I ain’t kidding
Got that feeling
make a million
Break the ceiling
I got flow
Overflow
I got hustle
Tit for tat
Get you back
tag the rap
After class
I can’t lack
On the attack
I know where you wanna be
you got fear no drive, mobility
You big cap, big fact, no diggity
Got no pub, no stunt, ability
I know who you wanna be
You got tear in eye you finicky
You big mad, big fan, infinity
Got no buzz, no love , divinity
I got ccccc
Got a copy for you
sending for two
You’re hiding your hand
I’m pointing at you
Breaking the rule
Faking the cool
Got a bone to pick
I got grudge I’m holding it
I got beef I’m owning it
Consoling it
I’m outside
I’m holding it
Gimme da loot
Gimme da gas
I’m with the crew
Running it back
quarter back
Like Mike Vick
Talk my shit
That’s your bitch?
She ain’t lit
She ain’t fit
Hit the gym
I ain’t kidding
Got that feeling
make a million
Break the ceiling
I got flow
Overflow
I got hustle
Tit for tat
Get you back
tag the rap
After class
I can’t lack
On the attack
i got ccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc
got a copy for you
Really!
WRITERS
Christopher Martin, Rascal
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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