CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : TWITTER HACKED FREESTYLE
Ah, they hacked my Twitter on sh*t
This sh*t so crazy
Ayo, Mark A
Yeah, b*t*h, ayy, ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz
I don't know the price on the lobster, got to ask the market
Early in the AM, I'm riding in an Aston Martin
Twitter hacked, if you bought a feature, boy, you half-retarded
(Man, I can't believe that sh*t, never could do five hunnid)
Some days, it feel like everybody hating
Everybody 'round you snake, everybody faking
DSM charm on the way, you know that Hutchy made it
You was chasing hoes, I was out money chasing, left him with the funny faces
I just left Hollywood, the show, it was sold out
Offensive linеman, you ain't running no routes (None)
Yeah, I usеd to be a rookie, I'm the pro now (Pro)
I'm G.O.A.T. now and they don't know how (G.O.A.T.)
She charged up off the beans like they Senzu's (Sh*t)
Sh*t, he over nine thousand
In the club turnt, Sh*tty charm off the test tube (Sh*t)
Mike Amiri's, I might throw a dime out 'em (Whew)
Goose with the fur, sh*t, I look Norwegian
I'ma spend at least a five ball, I step foot in Neiman's
Nike Tech, Nike Tech, it's the jugging season (Brr)
They was Ray Charles to the vision, guess they couldn't see it (That's unfortunate)
Had that chicken on me in the A before I hit Hattie B's
You would turn around and miss the shot like you Swaggy P
Four of Wocky got me wobbling 'round like it's Happy Feet
Hunnid-rounder cooked dawg like he got ashy knees
I'ma stick to the skinnies, why you got on saggy jeans?
Got a stick in my skinnies, don't make me grab the heat
I'm just winning, I don't give a f**k if they mad at me
Tell 'em grab a seat
MIA, July, you can catch me rolling loud
I might hop on stage without a mic and just blow a pound
Talking 'bout the plug, I'll outhold you, you ain't sold an ounce
Hopping out the coupe, Roscoe Dash, b*t*h, I'm showing out
Why you always talking 'bout sh*t you don't know about?
How I get a scuff on these kicks? I gotta throw 'em out
GTA lifestyle, I'm just rolling 'round (Skrrt, skrrt)
It get cold where I'm at, that's why the coat a thou'
Don't be surprised if I end up XXL
Gotta cut him off the team, that's another test fail
Two packs of 'Woods, three good, and the rest stale
Why you got a bag? I think you praying on your next sale
Inhale, exhale, I see the stress leave my body
So many horses in the whip, I feel like kemosabe
High as hell, by three o'clock, poured a three of Wocky
Chop' on me and hell nah, I ain't finna eat Hibachi
Shooter pull 'em up and drop 'em off, sh*t, he think he Bruce
Going one-sixty, I might die tryna swing the coupe
2022 type sh*t, don't need a key to use
Megatron on the way, I'm finna leave 'em spooked (B*t*h)
This sh*t so crazy
Ayo, Mark A
Yeah, b*t*h, ayy, ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz
I don't know the price on the lobster, got to ask the market
Early in the AM, I'm riding in an Aston Martin
Twitter hacked, if you bought a feature, boy, you half-retarded
(Man, I can't believe that sh*t, never could do five hunnid)
Some days, it feel like everybody hating
Everybody 'round you snake, everybody faking
DSM charm on the way, you know that Hutchy made it
You was chasing hoes, I was out money chasing, left him with the funny faces
I just left Hollywood, the show, it was sold out
Offensive linеman, you ain't running no routes (None)
Yeah, I usеd to be a rookie, I'm the pro now (Pro)
I'm G.O.A.T. now and they don't know how (G.O.A.T.)
She charged up off the beans like they Senzu's (Sh*t)
Sh*t, he over nine thousand
In the club turnt, Sh*tty charm off the test tube (Sh*t)
Mike Amiri's, I might throw a dime out 'em (Whew)
Goose with the fur, sh*t, I look Norwegian
I'ma spend at least a five ball, I step foot in Neiman's
Nike Tech, Nike Tech, it's the jugging season (Brr)
They was Ray Charles to the vision, guess they couldn't see it (That's unfortunate)
Had that chicken on me in the A before I hit Hattie B's
You would turn around and miss the shot like you Swaggy P
Four of Wocky got me wobbling 'round like it's Happy Feet
Hunnid-rounder cooked dawg like he got ashy knees
I'ma stick to the skinnies, why you got on saggy jeans?
Got a stick in my skinnies, don't make me grab the heat
I'm just winning, I don't give a f**k if they mad at me
Tell 'em grab a seat
MIA, July, you can catch me rolling loud
I might hop on stage without a mic and just blow a pound
Talking 'bout the plug, I'll outhold you, you ain't sold an ounce
Hopping out the coupe, Roscoe Dash, b*t*h, I'm showing out
Why you always talking 'bout sh*t you don't know about?
How I get a scuff on these kicks? I gotta throw 'em out
GTA lifestyle, I'm just rolling 'round (Skrrt, skrrt)
It get cold where I'm at, that's why the coat a thou'
Don't be surprised if I end up XXL
Gotta cut him off the team, that's another test fail
Two packs of 'Woods, three good, and the rest stale
Why you got a bag? I think you praying on your next sale
Inhale, exhale, I see the stress leave my body
So many horses in the whip, I feel like kemosabe
High as hell, by three o'clock, poured a three of Wocky
Chop' on me and hell nah, I ain't finna eat Hibachi
Shooter pull 'em up and drop 'em off, sh*t, he think he Bruce
Going one-sixty, I might die tryna swing the coupe
2022 type sh*t, don't need a key to use
Megatron on the way, I'm finna leave 'em spooked (B*t*h)
