Allah - Over 9000 (Outro) lyrics

(Intro: Allah and (Geno Banks)) (Aye you turn me up in the head phones) Yeah Yeah, Yeah (Verse: Allah) I cannot believe this a f**ing discussion This sh** here is over 9000 I get it poppin its for the creek sake You got no chance this ain't a sweepstake Yall n***as tryin us in the booth Feelin like empire you lyon up in the booth If yall n***as here keep lyin up in the booth Its gone be some rap n***as who dyin up in the booth Fosho Got me thinkin like man oh me Yall musta all got together poppin zans on three I hear alot of sh** how yall gonna lay hands on me A bunch of gay a** n***as making plans on me I got stan p here straight stuntin on you n***as I got chosen right here straight stuntin on you n***as I got casanova here straight stuntin on you n***as How you n***as actin like there ain't nothin on you aaawe Take a look They see what im doing i got em shook Now my n***as eatin like it was the last supper And now allah at the table like last supper You can get whats left over like last supper I put it on my momma this ain't a f**ing discussion Lotta n***as musta bumped they head and had a concussion If they ever thought my whole team was something to f** with I get it They forgot Tetris i changed the block Geno ain't fighting you getting shot You can't blame him he lost alot I gotta tell my n***as relax I get the paper just like a fax You can't get mad im sayin facts Look where im at look where you at n***a But Here we are The way they watchin allah now they jehovah witnesses Witness this The fact that im spazzin you let it get to you n***as hop on facebook and twitter thats what a b**h'll do You social networkin and its not workin You worried bout me you n***as not workin How can i stop workin if the block workin Why would i stop shootin if the Glock workin This sh** here is over 9000 Ill say it again say it again They hear the tape play it again Alot of my n***as they in the pen These n***as dead make the shirts Put out a couple amber alerts I gotta pull all of these n***as skirts Im f**in b**hes using desserts Yeah Whats more for you b**hes You know its chivalry i open up some doors for you b**hes I mean i gotta little liquor i can pour for you b**hes Got some Gucci decor i never wore before for you b**hes All this paper i can prolly make a paper mache Its the prophet of the profit imma make it today A couple real n***as prolly didn't make it today Tell me what you want it to be so i can make it today Of course A problem an issue Revolve em they miss you Break it down ju jitsu The substance the mis use Lord take me to a place where the b**hes real as f** and the n***as don't hate and the bills never late oh god thank you Jesus n***as always hatin us till they f**ing need us mane! Yeah