Lyrics
It s like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell, it s just like napon, it s like tiger prawns and caviar
the rap game ain t never bore me
it s just like tippin it up
Rippin it up yo, the rap game ain t never bore me
half ounce of that sticky
Flippin it up, flippin it up Nickatina, half ounce of that sticky
It s like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell, keep your stackin up the par
Freaks they wanna know ya, it s just like tippin it up
There ain t no o.r, freak said she wanna get with me, then get your dough homie
Double glock scared of that enemy, come on in better hide your biscuit
There ain t no o.r, double glock scared of that enemy One, make you step back for infinity
Double glock scared of that enemy, then get your dough homie
Catch em slippin, and man there ain t no bail
Wait till the venom hit em, it s just like givin it up, you want some paper bitch
it s just like tippin it up
then get your dough homie
Hot of god look on the gifted, get your dough homie Andre, with a angel on your shoulder
i chill with player s and rap god s and shere khan s
You want some paper bitch, i chill with player s and rap god s and shere khan s, mind full of doja
Mind full of doja, and then i tear em up, it s like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell
half ounce of that sticky
You better stop bitch, it s just like livin it up
I chill with player s and rap god s and shere khan s, and man there ain t no bail, i chill with player s and rap god s and shere khan s
The rap game ain t never bore me, come on in better hide your biscuit
it s just like trinity
You want some paper bitch, straight dola
it s just like livin it up
rippin it up yo
man first i rev em up
it s only mandatory
make you step back for infinity
double glock scared of that enemy
Come on in better hide your biscuit, and then i tear em up Ticket, you better stop bitch
I hit em with venom, mc s they try to fore me Nickatina, you better stop bitch
doin 110 in a foreign car
and then i tear em up
And then i tear em up, mc s they try to fore me
The rap game ain t never bore me, you better stop bitch
Doin 110 in a foreign car, back up bitch, get your dough homie
Come on in better hide your biscuit, you better stop bitch, they call me nicky
keep your mackin up the par
doin 110 in a foreign car
It s just like tippin it up, rippin it up yo One, i chill with player s and rap god s and shere khan s
Back up bitch, get your dough homie Andre, ticky ticky time bomb
