歌词
Yeah
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Yeah
Yeah
You can't catch me lackin'
Old school packin' since I had the 4 for 4
Bitches stressin', they keep textin' me like I was somethin' more
Cold stone killer, who is iller?
Tell me and I'll break a jaw
God keep testin' me, what for?
God keep testin' me, what for?
Yeah, wake up, thank God it's Friday
(W-w-wake up, da-da da-da da-da)
Yeah, wake up, thank God it's Friday
(Get the fuck up nigga!)
Yeah
(Get the fuck up!)
Yeah!
Rap
All
Black
Body
Bag
Too smart for them booksmart havin' niggas, I don't care to ask
Mob six deep, you can see the price comin' straight off the tag
Paparazzi in the mash
But I don't bother with the flash
Choke (uh)
Smoke (uh)
Test the mob and watch ya float
Bad bitch chasin' heavy down the road
I only see her when I go, go, go
Hatin' niggas at the show
So tell 'em niggas I don't know
When they came and where they go
When they came and where they go
C-c-catch me lackin'
Old school packin' since I had the 4 for 4
Bitches stressin', they keep textin' me like I was somethin' more
Cold stone killer, who is iller?
Tell me and I'll break a jaw
God keep testin' me, what for?
God keep testin' me, what for?
You can't catch me lackin'
Old school packin' since I had the 4 for 4
Bitches stressin', They keep textin' me like I was somethin' more
Cold stone killer, who is iller?
Tell me and I'll break a jaw
God keep testin' me, what for?
God keep testin' me, what for?