[Verse 1: YGTUT]
Ay y'all better get with the program
Been playing this shit since Ye and Twista came out with that slow jam
A hundred miles and running and I do not plan to slow down
Can't trust these niggas they lowdown
Bitch I'm way too authentic for this to be persona
You niggas keep tryin' to play 'round with a fuckin' grown-up
Open my mouth, I'm shreddin' shit, call me Mr. Pirhanna
You niggas had this one coming, we just gon' call it karma
My body armor so silent, how you gon' harm a giant?
I got so hungry from starving, we was eating at Ryan's
Pops was gone on the road, mom was literally cryin'
Shit the hell that I done seen could be worser than dyin'
Rose from it with triumph
I'm a champion's idol, I'm a rivalry's rival
Fuckin' up your whole cycle
How you make it from the bottom?
It all came from survival
Coming up with verses God would want to put in the bible
I done fuckеd around and made it clean
While I'm stacking bluе and greenbacks
Boost my self-esteem off this little sticky green pack
Spittin' crack, the type of shit to bring the fiends back
The man of Chattanooga, certainly won't even debate that
[Chorus: DeAnte' Hitchcock]
No kizzy
I'm ridin' through the muhfuckin' city
Niggas hatin', bitches showin' ass and titties
Feel me? No kizzy
I'm somewhere off a pound in the clouds
Know it's goin' up when I'm swingin' down
Nigga, no kizzy
A real big dripper, the money flipper
You gettin' [inaudible] fuckin' with ya
Hey nigga, no kizzy
I'm ridin' with the strap in my lap
It ain't where you from, nigga, it's where you at
My nigga. no kizzy
[Verse 2: DeAnte' Hitchcock]
ATL is where I stay at, [inaudible] my Ahab
Been on this since the tile, on God
Represent way back
From where they say it's love
But that look in they eye don't say that
You can give a nigga 200, that nigga gon' bring a K back
From where we know who juggin' and jackin' but we won't say jackin'
Yo pops can jack you up but shit, you don't know where he stay at
We ain't with the extra so if it's pressure then say that
'Cuz I ain't hard to find, don't act like you don't know where Te at
Like a deep sleep, I REM-E to the M-B-E-R
[Inaudible] with niggas, them chopper bullets on heat seek
Cold-hearted, iced out, my Jesus [inaudible] is a think piece
The niggas who don't think 'bout shit
Put on the bungee cord, baby
This ain't the first but please hop off my dick
I make a hundred K a verse, so let me talk my shh
It's Te and TUT poppin' big shit
Runnin' things need a FitBit
Misfits from the dirty shakin' the game like a hit stick
[Chorus: DeAnte' Hitchcock]
No kizzy
I'm ridin' through the muhfuckin' city
Niggas hatin', bitches showin' ass and titties
Feel me? No kizzy
I'm somewhere off a pound in the clouds
Know it's goin' up when I'm swingin' down
Nigga, no kizzy
A real big dripper, the money flipper
You gettin' [inaudible] fuckin' with ya
Hey nigga, no kizzy
I'm ridin' with the strap in my lap
It ain't where you from, nigga, it's where you at
My nigga. no kizzy
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