Tony Shhnow, TrapStarMula, 10kDunkin - BEYONCE lyrics

(Don't play with him, Hoodrich)

Mismatch designer all the time
I might rap fast like Busta
Rhymes, I might talk fast, i'm out my mind
I'm geeked the fuck up out my body
I'm still hoppin' out big bodies
I hop out coupes, it's an Audi
With them bands on me, probably
(Uh) you know that there ain't no problem
Both feet on the gas, can't stop him
I'm in this bitch with them shooters
They won't hesitate to pop him
What goes around come around and
Them racks be goin' 'round
Everything be goin' up, I ain't Yung Joc
Ain't goin' down
I go to sleep off that Crown, I go up
Poppin' Percs
I'm geeked the fuck up in this bitch
I can't even find my shirt


Rps n plan bs i i
You probably prayed for this at church
Can't make no way up out this shit
Then we gon' make something work

Nigga, I ain't have no way
I still made something work
Mixing up the lemonade
I feel like Kobe off this purp'
Feel like Kat Stacks off the molly
She wanna eat me like desert
Her nigga trippin', put him on a shirt
But ain't nobody makin' merch
Put this molly on her tongue
She don't wanna tell nobody
Hold that down, bitch don't hit my DM, ho
I'm not Yo Gotti , cocaine
I got nothing but Fishscale on my body
Blow exotic, pounds on me
I make the trap a trending topic
It's an off day
But I treat this bitch just like a usual
This a one-of-one
But you know I got two of 'em
These niggas dubs, in that foreign
I'm losin' 'em
Trappin' home improvement
Call us and then move 'em

Mismatch designer all the time
I might rap fast like Busta
Rhymes, I might talk fast, i'm out my mind
I'm geeked the fuck up out my body
I'm still hoppin' out big bodies
I hop out coupes, it's an Audi
With them bands on me, probably
(Uh) you know that there ain't no problem
Both feet on the gas, can't stop him
I'm in this bitch with them shooters
They won't hesitate to pop him
What goes around come around and
Them racks be goin' 'round
Everything be goin' up, I ain't Yung Joc
Ain't goin' down
I go to sleep off that Crown, I go up
Poppin' Percs
I'm geeked the fuck up in this bitch
I can't even find my shirt
Rps n plan bs i i
You probably prayed for this at church
Can't make no way up out this shit
Then we gon' make something work

Muddy Mula Savage
My young niggas ride with yoppas
I'm a rich nigga
This a thousand dollar baby bottle
I'm the biggest man on campus
I ain't go to college
I just bought me a brand
New chopper, Playboi Carti, what?
All these bitches try their hardest
To get next to me i'm finesse kid, bitch
I wish you'd try finessing me
Draco got a kickback
Make a nigga do the Harlem Shake
Muddy Mula Savage
Pull up with that bitch and quake

Uh, uh, Muddy Mula Savage
Pull up with that bitch and let it quake
Uh, uh, Muddy Mula Savage
Draco make him do the Harlem Shake

Mismatch designer all the time
I might rap fast like Busta
Rhymes, I might talk fast, i'm out my mind
I'm geeked the fuck up out my body
I'm still hoppin' out big bodies
I hop out coupes, it's an Audi
With them bands on me, probably
(Uh) you know that there ain't no problem
Both feet on the gas, can't stop him
I'm in this bitch with them shooters
They won't hesitate to pop him
What goes around come around and
Them racks be goin' 'round
Everything be goin' up, I ain't Yung Joc
Ain't goin' down
I go to sleep off that Crown, I go up
Poppin' Percs
I'm geeked the fuck up in this bitch
I can't even find my shirt
Rps n plan bs i i
You probably prayed for this at church
Can't make no way up out this shit
Then we gon' make something work
(Hoodrich Keem, yeah
I'm thinkin' 'bout signing that guy)
Rps n plan bs i i
You probably prayed for this at church
Probably prayed for this at church