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Dj Scheme, Cordae & Ski Mask The Slump God
Featuring(s) : Take A Daytrip
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[Cordae, Nessly, & Yung Bans] Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, little bitch D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) Hold on, uh I got a duffel bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' it I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib I said, "f*ck that shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" I know niggas growin' up prematurely but f*ck it, nigga, I ain't worried Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry [Cordae] And by any means that's necessary, designer jeans my hereditary I f*cked that ho like mid-May, just to have a baby by February Like oh man, crazy as hell, this job only pay me a lil' Wonder how a Mercedes'll feel? Daydreamin' ain't payin' a bill Uh, watch how I f*ck it up, get back All these other niggas straight big cap, uh, uh, uh Lambo truck straight pitch black Shoppin' at Saks on Fifth Ave, uh, uh, uh My unborn daughter got a rich dad First car gon' be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh Good gas, boy, we smell that Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh I got a duffel bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' it I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib (What'd you say? What'd you say Cordae?) I said, "f*ck that shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" (Okay) I know niggas growin' up prematurely but f*ck it, nigga, I ain't worried Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, water) [Ski Mask the Slump God] Don't even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presence Like a knee, but you closed eyelids (Closed) Feelin' like a menace to Society, I'm Dennis The Menace without sobriety Hold my beer (Oh my), ayy, listen here To make that kind of money, you gon' need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear (Ayy, ayy, ayy, it's tear) I ain't talkin' Rudolph, I'm makin' it rain, dear (Rain) Soundin' like I'm Naruto, talkin' about Pain here (Huh), uh, uh, uh She jackin' my beanstalk, get that? Golden Goose, had to get your bitch back, uh, uh, uh You niggas need to go and get your drip back Mismatch, need the milk, Similac, uh, uh, uh Probably took a catnap and still in my peripheral (Woo) Keepin' it with the nat-nats, uh, uh, uh I'ma ace this blackjack, schoolin' 'em On how to handle the rock like I'm Jack Black, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (Get it) Hot as Grand Crayon, sand scorpion critter Radioactive, I broke the emitter You bitter, actin' like unpaid babysitter (You bitter) Uh, uh, uh, uh (Bitter) Flow sharper than any arrow in Robin Hood quiver Shit on the p*ssy, shovel over the kitty litter Stay with the stick and the misfit, I'm Master Splinter (Uh) I got a duffel bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' it I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib I said, "f*ck that shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" I know niggas growin' up prematurely but f*ck it, nigga, I ain't worried Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry [Cordae] If a nigga ever talk shit, I'ma finish him f*ck the police and f*ck George Zimmerman Just told M1 he the new Timbaland Niggas switched up on me, Aunt Vivian Good kid from a m.A.A.d city, no minivan Love a fat ass, but really, I'm a titty man Hit the strip club, spent at least about fifty bands f*ck all the bullshit, I'm the real Dirty Dan Ayy, what you need? You a centipede, you can't f*ck with me I'm a winner, you a runner-up, Mike Huckabee Luckily, cut some niggas off, now I'm sucker-free My bitch, she's so f*cking bad, buy her double C's I got a duffel bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' it I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib I said, "f*ck that shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" I know niggas growin' up prematurely but f*ck it, nigga, I ain't worried Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry
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