[Part I]
[Intro]
Pr-pr-pr-premiere (Ear Drummers)
Wor-wor-world fuck-fuck-fucking pr-pr-pr-pr-premiere (Mike WiLL Made-It)
World fucking premiere
[Chorus]
I'm rocking out like Ozzy Ozbourne
I'ma shoot my shot even if I got a Hi-Point
Created-player-ass nigga, need to buy some MyPoints
Bitch nigga doin' bitch shit, provin' my point
I don't expect shit from nobody, I'ma grind for it
Oh, you wanna play today, guess what? I got time for it
On a nigga neck, they found his ass without a spinal cord
Dig your partner up and then display him like a dinosaur
[Verse]
Stop, drop, and roll in this bitch, I'm on fire
Say he took somethin' from me, polygraph him, he a liar
Turnt they hoes to paparazzi, photographin', we outside
Wrote my name on her pussy, autograph between hеr thighs
Nigga say he got beef, I'm like, "Do it come with friеs?"
I'm not James, I can't bond with these hoes, they be spies
She got good tongue, but the bitch a snake, she disguised
All my niggas, they gon' slide, they gon' ride, we gon' rise
Always outnumbered, always the underdog
Niggas tried to jump me, had to get the guns involved
Respect earned, nigga, I'm standin' firm, nigga
I ain't never ran, pull up on smoke like Worm, nigga
[Chorus]
I'm rocking out like Ozzy Ozbourne
I'ma shoot my shot even if I got a Hi-Point
Created-player-ass nigga, need to buy some MyPoints
Bitch nigga doin' bitch shit, provin' my point
I don't expect shit from nobody, I'ma grind for it
Oh, you wanna play today, guess what? I got time for it
On a nigga neck, they found his ass without a spinal cord
Dig your partner up and then display him like a dinosaur
[Part II]
[Intro]
Wor-wor-world fuck-fuck-fucking pr-pr-pr-pr-premiere
Got a thirty on my seat, huh (It's, it's, it's, it's)
It's my time
[Chorus]
It's my time, I've been waiting too long
Can't no nigga tell me shit, I got this shit on my own
Chopsticks on all my brothers, we make egg foo young
Dog shit, no kitty litter, bought my mama a home
Clown-ass nigga, ain't no bitch had ever told me she gone
Can't jump no fence, stay on my side, they right but totally wrong
At the top, nigga, don't ask what floor we on
When something feelin' off, niggas already know where we goin'
[Verse]
I'm in London, makin' bread, pockets filled with scones
Eighty-pointers, old school, he got killed with stones
Nicknamed his bitch "Soul Food," she like neck bones
I got partners doin' life, havin' sex with phones
I'm a real-deal monster, somethin' like Al Capone
It get real vicious, I'm a pit bull and a Labrador
He a whole bitch, before he walk in, I'ma grab the door
I'm 'bout action, no talkin', you can have the floor
[Chorus]
It's my time, I've been waiting too long
Can't no nigga tell me shit, I got this shit on my own
Chopsticks on all my brothers, we make egg foo young
Dog shit, no kitty litter, bought my mama a home
Clown-ass nigga, ain't no bitch had ever told me she gone
Can't jump no fence, stay on my side, they right but totally wrong
At the top, nigga, don't ask what floor we on
When something feelin' off, niggas already know where we goin'
[Outro]
Ayy, Kim, reset that motherfucker
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