[Verse 1: Rappin' Mitch]
Man this that cake, came in with the dope
Hit hard like Ray, when he came with the coke
When he came with the floaters, old school on skates
Paper thicker than a folder, just dropped last May
Whole EP. Kobe me
Didn't need no team, didn't need no league
Back to back, sessions only, lil' nigga we didn't need no sleep
Four days G., word to me, lil' nigga we didn't need no week
Man this that bet, came in with the flex, no cap like dread
When he came with the (Shhhh)
Too many shooters
Diamonds in the face, too many boogers
Whipping up the base, LA Dodgers
Whipping up the hard like ain't a nigga harder
Problem child nigga yea yeah I'm a problem
Dripping on the scene like a open bottle water
Dababy run the city now that's cool I'm a jogger
I ain't no hater fuck nigga
All my nigga's player plus niggas
Gucci sweatpants with the sweaters
Slick Rick chains on my dresser
Gotta wear a hundred cause I'm extra
Rappin' Mitch merch on me nigga
Rappin' Mitch merch on me nigga
Rappin' Mitch merch on my niggas
Rolling with the hitters
Ain't much changed since high school nigga
Got a little bigger, move to A., green slushy in the blender
Trying to shake the weight, nigga shake
[Hook: Rappin' Mitch]
Turn that up
Just that beat though
I don't wanna hear the lyrics
Mother fuck a single
These rappers can't rap kid
They ain't worth lingo
Give it all back to me
Watch me bingo
[Verse 2: Indeux Shabazz]
Shit came in wit K, might buy me a wraith
Everybody talk money, ain't got shit to say
When he came with the hold up
Neighborhood kings u got da roll ups
Bitch suck my dick with a roll up
Say she suck my dick (Whoo)
Schemin, nigga done found him a reason
Moving around with no meaning
Off of the block like a heathen
Ducking police was the seen and
Making it home for the weekend
Tweaking, off of the loud that I’m chiefin
Jittery heart start da beating
Sneaking in windows why mama was sleeping
Tryna leave a bitch dripping in seaman (Whoo)
Shit who wanna test my test my flow
Ain’t shit left when I moved from The foe
Shit don’t matter if you ain’t got doe
Said It don’t matter if you ain’t got doe
Southside nigga make a move on her
Southside nigga make a move on her
Three 6 Mafia who run it
Gotta a bitch sliding like cool runnings
Niggas act tough, make a nigga act up
In the fast lane, make a nigga speed up
Niggas cap up, talking gettin racks up
Stud on hoes, make a nigga strap up
Gotdamn for The three peat
MJ in the two three
Your bitch in the two seat
Blow a nigga like hootie
[Hook: Rappin' Mitch]
Turn that up
Just that beat though
I don't wanna hear the lyrics
Mother fuck a single
These rappers can't rap kid
They ain't worth lingo
Give it all back to me
Watch me bingo
[Verse 3: Westside Ree]
Double up nigga I'm hitting
Different hoods different bitches
Thats the reason y'all hating
Thought it was my round body on dayton's
(Yoo) Either way I blank blank
Give you the business no suitcase
You niggas need your shit straight
I hit your block and let the shit quake
Got AR-15 nigga, MP's with the beam nigga
I'll rob coffee for the cream, with no team just me nigga
Feeling like TIP how I'm kinging shit
Peep how I rock the hat, But this ain't Atlanta (Nah)
This right here Charlotte jack
Westside Hoskins to be exact
And if you want the Dub thats where am at
Better bring your best
A head shooter fuck a vest
Janitor I made a mess
Blew a nigga brains out on isle three
He knew better than to try me
Shoot a nigga up no I.V
Man this that cake, came in with the dope
Hit hard like Ray, when he came with the coke
When he came with the floaters, old school on skates
Paper thicker than a folder, just dropped last May
Whole EP. Kobe me
Didn't need no team, didn't need no league
Back to back, sessions only, lil' nigga we didn't need no sleep
Four days G., word to me, lil' nigga we didn't need no week
Man this that bet, came in with the flex, no cap like dread
When he came with the (Shhhh)
Too many shooters
Diamonds in the face, too many boogers
Whipping up the base, LA Dodgers
Whipping up the hard like ain't a nigga harder
Problem child nigga yea yeah I'm a problem
Dripping on the scene like a open bottle water
Dababy run the city now that's cool I'm a jogger
I ain't no hater fuck nigga
All my nigga's player plus niggas
Gucci sweatpants with the sweaters
Slick Rick chains on my dresser
Gotta wear a hundred cause I'm extra
Rappin' Mitch merch on me nigga
Rappin' Mitch merch on me nigga
Rappin' Mitch merch on my niggas
Rolling with the hitters
Ain't much changed since high school nigga
Got a little bigger, move to A., green slushy in the blender
Trying to shake the weight, nigga shake
[Hook: Rappin' Mitch]
Turn that up
Just that beat though
I don't wanna hear the lyrics
Mother fuck a single
These rappers can't rap kid
They ain't worth lingo
Give it all back to me
Watch me bingo
[Verse 2: Indeux Shabazz]
Shit came in wit K, might buy me a wraith
Everybody talk money, ain't got shit to say
When he came with the hold up
Neighborhood kings u got da roll ups
Bitch suck my dick with a roll up
Say she suck my dick (Whoo)
Schemin, nigga done found him a reason
Moving around with no meaning
Off of the block like a heathen
Ducking police was the seen and
Making it home for the weekend
Tweaking, off of the loud that I’m chiefin
Jittery heart start da beating
Sneaking in windows why mama was sleeping
Tryna leave a bitch dripping in seaman (Whoo)
Shit who wanna test my test my flow
Ain’t shit left when I moved from The foe
Shit don’t matter if you ain’t got doe
Said It don’t matter if you ain’t got doe
Southside nigga make a move on her
Southside nigga make a move on her
Three 6 Mafia who run it
Gotta a bitch sliding like cool runnings
Niggas act tough, make a nigga act up
In the fast lane, make a nigga speed up
Niggas cap up, talking gettin racks up
Stud on hoes, make a nigga strap up
Gotdamn for The three peat
MJ in the two three
Your bitch in the two seat
Blow a nigga like hootie
[Hook: Rappin' Mitch]
Turn that up
Just that beat though
I don't wanna hear the lyrics
Mother fuck a single
These rappers can't rap kid
They ain't worth lingo
Give it all back to me
Watch me bingo
[Verse 3: Westside Ree]
Double up nigga I'm hitting
Different hoods different bitches
Thats the reason y'all hating
Thought it was my round body on dayton's
(Yoo) Either way I blank blank
Give you the business no suitcase
You niggas need your shit straight
I hit your block and let the shit quake
Got AR-15 nigga, MP's with the beam nigga
I'll rob coffee for the cream, with no team just me nigga
Feeling like TIP how I'm kinging shit
Peep how I rock the hat, But this ain't Atlanta (Nah)
This right here Charlotte jack
Westside Hoskins to be exact
And if you want the Dub thats where am at
Better bring your best
A head shooter fuck a vest
Janitor I made a mess
Blew a nigga brains out on isle three
He knew better than to try me
Shoot a nigga up no I.V
( Da Floataz )
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