Oh shit!!! (Oh shit!!!)
They said, "Man we want some mo' hits (some mo' hits)
Man, this sound like some shit from '06 ('06)
What that sound like, man, that's some cold shit" (cold shit)
I said
"Oh shit!!! (Oh shit!!!)
Aw, so you want some mo' hits? (Some mo' hits?)
This ain't sound like some shit from '06 (from '06)
Fuck what it sound like, man, that some cold shit" (cold shit)
I say this ain't jazz-rap
This that, this that spazz-rap
This that raised by the internet, ain't had no dad rap
Yo, I'm good, don't pass that
Hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back back
'Cause yo' shit is mad whack
This that eeny-meeny-miney-moe
Might need some snap cash
Matter fact
Hit the liquor sto' might need some cash back
Grab some gum and some water
Yeah, them chips, yeah, grab that
Watch your son and your daughter
'Cause them pigs will snatch that
'Cause they always try to box us in, but we won't have that
I'm a sleeper, Dennis Rodman, so watch the glass jack
'Member when I had a composition in the backpack
Now we killing with the composition like the Rat Pack
I say this ain't jazz-rap
This that, this that spazz-rap
This that raised by the internet, ain't had no dad rap
Yo, I'm good, don't pass that
Hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back back
'Cause yo' shit is mad whack, what's up?
Oh shit!!! (Oh shit!!!)
They said, "Man we want some mo' hits (some mo' hits)
Man, this sound like some shit from '06 ('06)
What that sound like, man, that's some cold shit" (cold shit)
I said
"Oh shit!!! (Oh shit!!!)
Aw, so you want some mo' hits? (Some mo' hits?)
This ain't sound like some shit from '06 (from '06)
Fuck what it sound like, man, that some cold shit" (cold shit)
This the type shit I used to ride with Tegole in his Chevy to
'06, back when I supposed to graduate from school
Remember momma told me that I need to get my act together
10 years passed the only difference is I'm rapping better
Copped my own swishers
Shoulder-tapping for them bottles now
'Less I'm with my big brother
Chuckie used to hold it down
Now that shit is popping
Fake homies wanna come around
And they say I changed
They just mad cause I'm stunting now
Got you like "Oh shit!!!" (Oh shit!!!)
And this the type of beat that make me drink a whole fifth
And this is how we doin'
Word to the old fifth
And you know everything we drop
That's some cold shit, cold shit, yeah
This ain't jazz-rap
This that, this that dad-rap
This that fuck my nine to five I'm leaving
Never coming back
I'm too good at rap, jack
To get caught in rat traps
If your shit is mad whack
Homie you can have that, have that
Oh shit!!! (Oh shit!!!)
They said, "Man we want some mo' hits (some mo' hits)
Man, this sound like some shit from '06 ('06)
What that sound like, man, that's some cold shit" (cold shit)
I said
"Oh shit!!! (Oh shit!!!)
Aw, so you want some mo' hits? (Some mo' hits?)
This ain't sound like some shit from '06 (from '06)
Fuck what it sound like, man, that some cold shit" (cold shit)
♪
On and on and on
Play my favorite song
Make me dance all night
Baby, you do it right
Woah