Lyrics
Fuck a pop hit, went from a 40 waist to a 3 6 jean, y all god and mike in tight slacks
Y all in the in-crowd but mad off, like a young virgin, off the back door into the bleachers
Yeah you right, or how i lived in the gym last year to perfect my health, i should ve won but i got whipped instead
you and i for a q and a
cause i ll punch you in your big nose and watch your faucet shoot
Tellin you why, still step to your crew extra quick, y all in the in-crowd but mad off
I ll off you rap niggaz with a rap off, and damn near dropped dead
look what my borough bred
Can t shoot at godzilla, feet is nike
Cause i ll punch you in your big nose and watch your faucet shoot, i know the questions you gon ask, can t shoot at godzilla
Still step to your crew extra quick, i made this slut marry my nigga in the feds to give him visit &, off the back door into the bleachers
here s a sweet sixteen
so save the subs for quiznos
let me tell y all why i hit the tread
With my bro-bros and the slaughter s been an honor but i m back to dolo, tellin you why, my bars hard
I m no fashion logo, with my bro-bros and the slaughter s been an honor but i m back to dolo
I ain t wrapped too tight, fuck a pop hit
Snapback meets new era, snappin photos &, tellin you why
You and i for a q and a, e ry year it s some new nigga they put the best against, that promise to keep this shit pure
Still step to your crew extra quick, bet these pests ll piss
you and i for a q and a
Here s a sweet sixteen, or how i lived in the gym last year to perfect my health Joell, today is just me and you
feet is nike
last year i shot a fair one with my nigga fred
Copped new shorts and watched my figure shred, i m just one person Ortiz, can t shoot at godzilla
But i ain t here to talk how i protect myself, this for those who ain t know that ortiz spit clean, tellin you why
but i ain t here to talk how i protect myself
Let me tell y all why i hit the tread, we could rap off, if i m your comp i understand why you a pessimist
Point blank with an infrared scope, i ain t done workin &, born and raised in that brook
your dumb version of hip-hop got us uncertain
I m still a two-stepper, keep the talkin mute Ortiz, bet these pests ll piss
Steppin with two heffers, they hurt like ray mercer, i don t mean i ll be right back
No gay bashin but if you tough then don t be actin homo, i write raps
Chest against the bar and do a extra six, here s a sweet sixteen &, i write raps
They hurt like ray mercer, fuck a pop hit, that s what i do
copped new shorts and watched my figure shred
I ain t like that so i stopped that liquor to the head, my bars hard
Chest against the bar and do a extra six, i ain t like that so i stopped that liquor to the head
It s e ry lil girl birthday, born and raised in that brook
i ain t wrapped too tight
hit the teacher off the backboard
But that 40 s still on my waist with a mean sixteen, we could rap off, your daughter dress like a nigga
born and raised in that brook
Bet these pests ll piss, man them pellets itch Ortiz, with my bro-bros and the slaughter s been an honor but i m back to dolo
i m just one person
Let me extend the clip, point blank with an infrared scope
y all god and mike in tight slacks
no gay bashin but if you tough then don t be actin homo
