[Intro: Famous Dex]
Okay
I am not kiddin'
Ha
Ooh
Ha
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Yeah, I am not kiddin', ooh, ooh
Run up on me, yeah, I swear he be a body be missing
Ha, ooh, ooh
Got codeine, a cup of that dirty, you know he not missin', ah, ooh, huh
Cuz on the cut with that Draco, he shootin' like Pippen, ha, huh, ooh
Yeah, huh, I am not kiddin', ooh, ooh
Run up on me, yeah, I swear he be a body be missing
Ha, ooh, ooh
Got codeine, a cup of that dirty, you know he not missin', ah, ooh, huh
Cuz on the cut with that Draco, he shootin' like Pippen, ha, huh, ooh
[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Huh, ooh, huh, I am not kiddin' (I am not kiddin')
Tuh
Fuck on that bitch, now that bitch want dick, it be missin'
Hold on (Hold on), huh
She swallowed it up, bae, are you kiddin'?
Ha, ooh, I know you's a freak, huh, why I ain't listenin'? (Fuck, why I ain't—)
Ha, ooh, huh, cam on me, huh
I keep them money and fame on me, huh
Run up on me, yeah, that thing on mе, huh
Turn your ass to a Christmas tree (Ah, what?)
Huh, yeah, the light on him
Red bеam bring light on him
I make the food with my twin on him
Niggas lookin' like they sunt on him
For real, huh
I am not kidding, huh
Run up on me, boy, you missin'
I keep a bitch and she lickin' and lickin'
I pop a Perc', yeah, I'm feelin' like different
Huh, ooh, but with a Draco, go in a cut with a Draco
Huh, all these hoes, they snakes, though (Snakes)
Ha, yeah
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Yeah, I am not kiddin', ooh, ooh
Run up on me, yeah, I swear he be a body be missing
Ha, ooh, ooh
Got codeine, a cup of that dirty, you know he not missin', ah, ooh, huh
Cuz on the cut with that Draco, he shootin' like Pippen, ha, huh, ooh
Yeah, huh, I am not kiddin', ooh, ooh
Run up on me, yeah, I swear he be a body be missing
Ha, ooh, ooh
Got codeine, a cup of that dirty, you know he not missin', ah, ooh, huh
Cuz on the cut with that Draco, he shootin' like Pippen, ha, huh, ooh
[Verse 2: Foolie]
Rollin' up zips of the Wedding Cake
Fuckin' your bitch but you know we don't go on dates
Yeah, she suck my dick while I meditate
Sippin' on drank, it make me elevate
I can't walk in if I don't got my— uh, .38
I need my [?], now he need some surgery
Ooh, smokin' gelato the [?]
Beam on your head, a screen (Screen)
Yellow tape all on the scene
Fuck what you see on the screen
Ask on my face, but in your shit like screens
I bet if you walkin', you suckin' the team
Suckin' around, I spilled lean on my tee
I keep them choppers that's taller than trees
[?] that shit right in with me
Verses, we chargin' a fee
[?], the GOAT way, sippin' on lean, yeah, I don't do Jose, smokin' on gas
Keepin' that propone, keep a chopstick, I ain't talkin' no Lo Mein
When I pull up, better hide your ho, mane
I am not kiddin', bet I make your ho do the dishes
[?]
Draco stand tall as a midget
[?] want smoke, you could get it
[Chorus: Famous Dex & Fyndiiman]
Yeah, I am not kiddin', ooh, ooh
Run up on me, yeah, I swear he be a body be missing
Ha, ooh, ooh
Got codeine, a cup of that dirty, you know he not missin', ah, ooh, huh
Cuz on the cut with that Draco, he shootin' like Pippen, ha, huh, ooh
Yeah, huh, I am not kiddin', ooh, ooh
Run up on me, yeah, I swear he be a body be missing
Ha, ooh, ooh
Got codeine, a cup of that dirty, you know he not missin', ah, ooh, yeah
Cuz on the cut with that Draco, he shootin' like Pippen (Hello), ha, huh, ooh
[Verse 3: Fyndiiman]
Got a stick and a switch, I'ma hit her from the drip
Make you slip, boy, you know you can't get it like this
The way I walk with a limp, 'cause them blues, yeah, they strip
I can take a nigga ho, got him thinkin' I'm a pimp
Run up on me, is you kiddin'?
Sent that boy there, got him thinkin' he Crippin'
We been pourin' pints in the kitchen
Pop a lil' 10, now lil' mama, she itchin' (Skrrt)
They wanna be us, yeah, they envy
Wanna be us, yeah, they copy the image (Hello)
I cut the lil' ho, she was mickey
Got me some money, can't fuck up the mission
Fill the shoebox then wrap it up
Got me some money, addicted to stackin' up
Just got a new business in jack or somethin'
Swipe what you need, you a Patek or a car or somethin' (Go)
Pull up on your ho, big body (Big body)
Smoke with me, know shit gettin' poppin' (Gettin' poppin')
Play with me, yeah, yeah, you know this how we rockin' (This how we rockin')
[?] nigga crossin', must think he [?]
Yeah, jeans feel tight, Rockstar (Rockstar)
Money go long, you could call it Brett Favre (Brett Favre)
Married to the money, I could see the ho tomorrow
We'd wake up in the mornin', give me mouth, no Rihanna
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Yeah, I am not kiddin', ooh, ooh
Run up on me, yeah, I swear he be a body be missing
Ha, ooh, ooh
Got codeine, a cup of that dirty, you know he not missin', ah, ooh, huh
Cuz on the cut with that Draco, he shootin' like Pippen, ha, huh, ooh
Yeah, huh, I am not kiddin', ooh, ooh
Run up on me, yeah, I swear he be a body be missing
Ha, ooh, ooh
Got codeine, a cup of that dirty, you know he not missin', ah, ooh, huh
Cuz on the cut with that Draco, he shootin' like Pippen, ha, huh, ooh
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