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Featuring ScHoolboy Q, Ab-Soul & Jay Rock (Verse) I fucked up the rap game and you ain’t even know I just fucked what’s her name and you ain’t even know She got a pussy tattoo and you ain’t even know (real talk) We bout to form a lil group and you ain’t even know (let’s get it) Stroking it, rocking the hard place Eminem, Pac in with Gretzky Timbaland pop that jaw bone Now bitch nigga tell me how the time taste And even Tarzan can get his swag on I never hung out with the loud mouth You got a fowl mouth and that dead body Gonna spell fowls when it falls out She found my nose in the Bahamas We found ourselves in the Bahamas She found God, meditation and piece I found myself without a condom You know everybody having them babies It’s a beautiful thing, it ain’t crazy If a rapper one eye could miss, she’d know what the problem is Too many bitches got babies And I hate that hopping on me Stay gussy, popping on me You fucking fool, don’t know about you but my dick needs 17 years on it Letras de cancionesAnything after that is just a bonus And I’ve been in the lab with my opponents And since waiters wave that list, he got a flat screen the next morning Tell him I need my credit when it’s due Tell em I need my letters when it’s new Tell em I got a fetish for fine fabric, Franklin’s just sayin fuck you Tell em it’s TEE til I’m DDT, then that crazy tap dog is proof Tell my nigga who came free and shit coming for free I’m bout to rape you niggas til you recoup, dizzy (Verse) Groovy nigga – that’s all day Back wood ho, 3 grams Got a 6 shooter, everyone was spinning shit, I’m stuck inside but won’t jam Just hit it here, about 2 stacks Hell yea that bitch can go HAM Molly in her drink but she ask me to And oh yea I got this on cam, uh Gangsta nigga, no trap beats But I still sound like that new shit Originality in my blueprint, Still fig side, Figaro pimp A big ass where my palm hit Pull my dick out, she gon bomb it Swag surfin all through the world Slide though the sea on a comet OSY for these morons Got BI mush, yea I’mma push on Ways off of them pockets, uh Ring mo with little call phone These niggas ain’t copy, uh Tell them old niggas to move on Oh damn, I done said it Yea, all day I’m gon be hated (Verse) She ain’t single but she solo You ain’t even know it Other sound but soldout shows, You ain’t even know it My lips black but they ain’t chat She ain’t even know that Let’s have sex, she said yes You know she ain’t no doubt See the life on my chest My head next to her breast My mind all in the crowds Just bought a ounce of the best No talkin when I’m off that loud I can’t quit so she pissed You know I’m gonna fool a nigga round But it’s hard when everybody on yo dick Know real niggas that’s creeps I know real niggas that’s blush No real niggas that’s thuggin Like you ain’t know wussup Got codeine in my cup, got a couple checks that need cashin And you could take that to the bank What’s life without a balance? You ain’t even know it Nigga I be everywhere, you ain’t even goin I thought it was snowin But I’m just the coldest nigga out here flowin Sick of all that bullshit yall been promotin but Carson in the motherfuckin house That loud mouth, watch yo motherfuckin mouth I took the game by storm just to X men out I’m crazy out my mind, I put my life on the line The tortoise only makes progress when its neck sticks out Just a little token of gold if you ain’t know it though (Verse) Respect – I get the upmost I’m so dope, I’mma walk that kilo 36 O’s, you don’t even know I’m getting cheese like Cheetos You mad that we BMF’in Bitch ass niggas steady PMS’in I never show my hands Can’t know my plans, gotta keep them guessin Rock! I was off the scene Now a nigga back like a 4 and a half Shootin up the set, I Spielberg See the big picture when them hammers flash I don’t post a lot on Instragram That’s the quickest way that get you man Leave that shit for the bitches, man Alphabet boys that get yo ass IRS, they was on it, nigga Cash them out, now I’m scars free Got my passport and my transport and now I’m overseas You don’t even know it Rock been killin this shit, no gloves, no mask on me It’s 100 thousand cash on me Back then I was doing bad, homie All my bitches bad now, My own hoes tryna keep tabs on me Safe to say I’m the man now, Fuck that nigga, just stand down For the shots go up and it’s man down Hands down still poppin, No description, I’m flexin Suppress the pussy, I bring off the edge Too late to push me, nigga I ain’t fell off Used to move fast, diverse like killer Bullet to the brain, count paper like tellers Top draw money, can’t catch me beam up Close loud on the beat, nigga try to see em Bring hella stripes, can’t walk on my dingus Kicked in the door, hand on the Nina Black hit this shit, Rock on Pluto (Hook) I’m turnt up every day, you don’t even know it Got yo bitch with me right now, you don’t even know it We turn up here in the car, you don’t even know it Got a whole bottle of strong, you don’t even know it We came up from neck, you don’t even know it Drive a half million car, you don’t even know it Just throwin up that show, you don’t even know it That bitch speakin on edge, you don’t even know it A thousand dollars pair of shoes, you don’t even know it This is thousand dollar purple lean, you don’t even know it That’s a half million car, you don’t even know it I came up from the bottom, you don’t even know it My niggas all ridin with me, you don’t even know it Got killers with me right now, you don’t even know it That’s a million dollar watch nigga, you don’t even know it Got a million dollar crib man, you don’t even know it From Letras Mania