MOCKING SHT

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1: SouljaDatAP] Y'all just gassing too much I pull up in this motherfucker and I'm passing the cup And I don't mean lean, make it seem clean, you never seen parties in Hollywood Pop cognac, prolly would In real life, just a fight with an extra biscuit And to commit a crime, you should take 5 in the fucking vibe Kool-Aid smellin' like alcohol, don't swoop them thangs Going under achievement, Section 8, let's go Poppin' just in Houston, I'm getting a few funds They don't need my cameras, 'cause they don't need no new thumbs Killin' on the view, dumb Talent, I can fuck some Who you testing, you bum? Knock, knock, need a new one They be scrеaming "Help, please!" And you bе bringing no peace Fumble on your own stage Luckily, I'm so great You a low achiever, and I'm a sexy beater Balling, it's no FIFA They don't fuck with me, ah! [Chorus: SouljaDatAP] Take a look how I'm pointing at this Colorful boys, I'ma need an assist Call up my bro, I'm in a new clique Dope dude, fresh dude, which one would you pick? [Verse 2: Kira Johnston] Royal bish in a conversation V spreading facts, y'all just don't got no patience Mama be thanking me, let's get in a coupe Eating Miso soup [Verse 3: Big Votie] Doing twenty push-ups in a red room My mind Canibus, at least I got a Caliber thats 40 pounds Then call my homies, they be setting some traps I'm on my way, couple of leaves on my face And I just shit on them mumble rappers, 'cause they ain't nothing good The only variation is that my yacht could fly in space I be Kurupt in 90's, duffle bag One to ten, they cooking mumble cats Bubblegum broccoli, I be starving for that Don't refuse to stumble— I'm the D.O.C., come correct that Bring back ODB, suck a dick and eat in peace Fu-Fuck mainstream, took a shot at nigga knee Now I'm buzzing in the trap, that shit gon' be at ya neck A little biscuit, I'm going with this They be autistic in they mental minds Hopefully I'm getting money in the fucking Chi', okay [Verse 4: Simon Blues] Cooler than summer in August Spit my rhymes, dimes, you get that reference No normal weapons I be with you if you said you love me But when I come up, I stick my arm up, and taking shots at them They like, "He's funny, funny" I don't dress like a bunny, bunny Mixtapes only, polar expressions When I'm drinking Starbucks, take a fifty buck A moblie phone, yay! Now you win this prize [Verse 5: Pat L] Check it, collard greens are dying, you better be a star I usually take my luck and dress to fuck these dicks A normal person, in real life just posting dead bodies of my enemies Gone long, cemetery Drinking Sprite in a Rolls-Royce, windows up, boys, boys Cuffed a metalhead, he be burning people down Oh shit, we gonna hit a guardrail (Oh, oh my God, that's too much) [Chorus: SouljaDatAP & SuperABoi] Take a look how I'm pointing at this Colorful boys, I'ma need an assist Call up my bro, I'm in a new clique Dope dude, fresh dude, which one would you pick? (Yo) [Verse 6: SuperABoi] Boi crazy in this bitch, I don't do no car cleaning Ma'am, you could give me a kiss, they belong to my face See them stitches, you grooving with this Ay, come on, sing this! Foxes dancing, wolves digging, chains blinging In my club, I get side eyes by chicks that are 5 foot Yo, that's crazy, this shit amazing It's occasional, it's so national Son, you could wait, so patience, so I get the payment though My movement is my kind, distinct, you fucking kissed it on the shovel And again, I'm not a rebel 1, 2, 3, 4, you just could step off [Outro: SouljaDatAP, Simon Blues, SuperABoi, Kira Johnston & All] Yo, uh, shit We are dope! Oh shit! Yeah, uh Uh, uh Pow, pow, pow, pow! Singing we are dope Singing we are dope Yeah, uh Yeah Ay, let's go, let's go, uh Pow, pow Now let's go Nigga Singing we are dope Yo, what the fuck? Uh Um, uh Um Bitch!