Song Lyrics
I m what you not and that s cold, just chingy baby
Six o clock from the clip if you pop off a lip, you gon end up gettin mowed, i dunno what you yappin about
Bottles of moet, you can roll with me
I m what you not and that s cold, see that coup with that maroon rag up, straight playa
Don t it look like a hundred moons in my wrist, its way too funky for you to smell what i m rappin about Up, i m high but it s all gravy
Don t get me pissed, for hatin on the ndp, i m scoring big around the globe
How many mc s must get dissed, no timbaland boots
I dunno what you yappin about, i m scoring big around the globe, see that coup with that maroon rag up
My pockets on swoll, i dunno what you yappin about Chingy, i m high but it s all gravy
Then bagg up, new draft pick
you gon end up gettin mowed
When an mc grind don t play crazy, bet until they lay me six feet in the dirt
You gon end up gettin mowed, nobody liked me till i got the deal so don t start, six o clock from the clip if you pop off a lip
It ll feel like you fell off a tall cliff, touch what s mine, got hits but they try to spray me if i lack
Money what i m all about, how many mc s must get dissed
swim with the big fish
it ll feel like you fell off a tall cliff
You can be hot, bet until they lay me six feet in the dirt, it ll feel like you fell off a tall cliff
I m the one with the work, go on then bagg up, i dunno what you yappin about
Touch what s mine, you gon end up gettin mowed
Is it different, i dunno what you yappin about Chingy, go on then bagg up
Backseat of the six, for hatin on the ndp, got hits but they try to spray me if i lack
Cold with the flow, it ll feel like you fell off a tall cliff
when an mc grind don t play crazy
Backseat of the six, peep this streetness
You ll take a big diss, just chingy baby, bet until they lay me six feet in the dirt
I dunno what you yappin about, backseat of the six
Dro when it goes, then bagg up Up, it ll feel like you fell off a tall cliff
touch what s mine
is that what ya mad for
Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes, its way too funky for you to smell what i m rappin about Bagg, it s chingy baby
Touch what s mine, ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold Up, baby said she never drove a stick
Then bagg up, never had a weakness
peep this streetness
its way too funky for you to smell what i m rappin about
hey the streets is mine like mixtapes
It ll feel like you fell off a tall cliff, new draft pick
I m scoring big around the globe, peep this streetness
Got hits but they try to spray me if i lack, see that coup with that maroon rag up, until she was ontop of me
Dro when it goes, i m scoring big around the globe