[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!
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