Ha
This nigga said he could beat me, no way
I might just hop out the crib like Ose
This nigga said he could beat me, no way
I might just hop out the crib like Ose
I ain't your friend, I ain't the one that you going to play
Spin, I'm Mr. pop out with that Helmut Lang
I'm Mr. pop out on the runway
I turn up the heat, It's a fun day
I don't even talk to nobody you so fake
That nigga a clown, Cirque du Soleil
I got to get to the bread, you think I'm concerned about what they going to say
I'm a get a track, smoke gray
I'm a get to twin chops, no Max Payne
He ain't talking about nothing, why he talking hot
They just kicked the door, that boy thought it was swat
He thought he was stargazing, boy your name not Jacques
Yea I'm with Ose, we fixing to get to the racks and knots
Lil bro I got a lot
Lil bro I got a lot, yeah
Lil bro I got a lot
Lil bro I got a lot, ok
Lil bro I got a lot
Lil bro I got a lot, yeah
Lil bro I got a lot
Lil bro I got a lot, ok
Ha
This nigga said he could beat me, no way
I might just hop out the crib like Ose
This nigga said he could beat me, no way
I might just hop out the crib like Ose
I ain't your friend, I ain't the one that you going to play
Spin, I'm Mr. pop out with that Helmut Lang
I'm Mr. pop out on the runway
I turn up the heat, It's a fun day
I don't even talk to nobody you so fake
That nigga a clown, Cirque du Soleil
I got to get to the bread, you think I'm concerned about what they going to say
I'm a get a track, smoke gray
I'm a get to twin chops, no Max Payne