Shofu, Dedboii Kez, TokenBlackYGOGuy - Bojack lyrics

Aye!

Omar on the come up!

Ayo', oddwin! This tag sucks!

Shotty at my hip, bet I let that bitch bang
Big ass stick, I got scopes on
The blick, I'mma aim downrange
Hit that bitch in his brain
If he wanna' diss on the kid, watch me
Kick it with his bitch, hit it once
Then she off with the gang (Ha, bah! Yuh)
We in and out his bitch like we
In and out his crib 'cause
I had to hit a lick and
Left a mess of the place (Aye, aye)
Kezzy ain't got no restraints (Bitch)
I say what I want, I'mma do what I want
I got money and drip, I'm the God of rain
(God of rain)
Push all these broke bitches back
'cause I get to the bag
If you see me, don't call my name
(Call my name)
Body to body, she call me her dad
I ain't callin' hеr back
'less she offer brain (Shе offer brain)
Uh, what? Oh
I don't even know what I'm sayin'
Pull up with a Glock-18
Bet I aim at yo' brain
And I hit where I'm aimin', ugh
I don't really fuck with you bitches
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Sorry that I gotta' say it, uh
Dedboii Kez, dead or alive
Know I'm the greatest, huh? (Oh)

Aye, shout-out my nigga, oddy
I'm ridin' around, Nike all on my body
(All on my body) y'all niggas copy
I'm straight to the top
Ain't nobody gon' stop me (Facts)
Y'all niggas sloppy
And that's why I never step out of the posse
(Never) t-F with the Nani
I'm ridin' around in a
Shirt that say "Nani"

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Weed in my body
That shit got my life movin' slower
She got a bag that she wantin'
Her boyfriend to coach her (Money)
I'm eatin' good now
Everything I eat is kosher
Ridin' the city to get an expensive Mimosa
(the part, hol' up)

They know the emoji
That's why they be ridin' the wave
(Ridin' the wave)
I thought they couldn't hate no more
But they findin' a way (Findin' a way)
I thought he was real
Then I found out he lied to my face
So if you ain't gang, I ain't movin'
I gotta' get paid

I gotta' keep chasin' the cheddar
I need it, it's part of my daily endeavors
(Yuh)
He lookin' shocked when I spray the Beretta
(Bah) if I come to your block
Then I'm changin' the weather (Brrah)
Gun on my hip, you not takin' the pressure
(Nah) if you fuck with me wrong
You gon' lay on a stretcher (Bah)
I'm clean, not a stain on my leather
If they sayin' I changed
Then I changed for the better (Damn')
A whole 'lotta' guns, they don't miss it
My shooters around, they get paid to get busy
(Bah)
Run in his crib with the thing if he diss me
We gon' knock off his face
They gon' be like "Who is he?"
(God damn')
We spin through his block 'til he dizzy
(Yuh) this heater gon' give him
Mo' buckets than Jimmy (Bah)
Bitch, I'm a God in my city (Yuh)
It's gon' be a whole 'lotta' art
When we drawin' the semi' (Brrah)