[Intro: Mixtape Dan]
Today is Thursday, February 9th, 2516, today is the last day of peace that we'll have for a while, tomorrow we plan to go outside and get munitions for a while, we need to stock up, because today is the last day of peace that we'll have for a long, long time, because tomorrow marks the beginning, of k** season
[Verse 1: Young Ceezy]
I was gone for a minute and y'all still ain't on my level
f** with Young Ceezy b**h you dancing with the devil
I might pull up on your block, spray with that metal, bullets so hot make 'em pop like a kettle
Shoot from afar long range on my gun
Watch 'em take off n***a run Forrest run
Imma big dog n***a I'm your dad you my son
Banging on my chest Imma ape issa drum
30 in my clip, hollow tip, let it rip, f** with my clique leave you bleeding like a b**h
Dope what I smoke and that henny what I sip
Pull up on a n***a and just aim it at his lip
[Hook: Mixtape Dan]
Oh man
No plan
So fried
Dopeman
No gas
Automatic
Spray the sh**
Dissolve the fabric
Its all in rapping
Its all in rapping
Its all in rapping
Its all in rapping
[Verse 2: Young Ceezy]
Aye, Aye
Heard ya new sh** n***a I don't f** witchu
My new flow so cold b**h I caught the flu
So I spit it on the track and the beat achoo-ed
30 round drum and it go boom-badoom-badoom
Young Ceezy I got nothing to lose
I got a-hunnid b**hes and a couple of goons
So high off that loud b**h I'm f**ing the moon
Ice on my wrist n***a like it's snowing in June
Aye, me and Dan in the stu
Young Ceezy on the track b**h you know how I do
You know I got the sauce and you know I got the juice
And it's over for these n***as when I start letting loose
[Bridge]
Aye
Yo Dan, come k** 'em real quick
Aye, Aye, Aye
[Verse 3: Mixtape Dan]
b**h I go dummy
You dont get money
These rappers sweet like some honey
These rappers soft like some bunnies
I dont think theyre comedians but they still acting so funny
Acting like they got a Raury
When in reality they know they dont got sh** but a hobby
You better stay in the lobby
You better pay some attention
To the conventions that i be inventing cuz im in the attic just chilling and youre at the table just setting
Goddamnit man i be forgetting about all the fires im spitting
Counting all this money and i stack it, put the sh** on like a letterman jacket, hit you with rackets no tennis, in court like the Merchant of Venice if you let me do it, take, take me to a pool table scratch it
8 ball in the right corner pocket
Goddamnit man ill say it and ill shout it
Won't say it if i dont know the outcome said i got
No plan, spitting letters like a
Postman I feel like i have been
So fried Fry up the verse
Goddamn
[Hook: Mixtape Dan]
Oh man
No plan
So fried
Dopeman
No gas
Automatic
Spray the sh**
Dissolve the fabric
Its all in rapping
Its all in rapping
Its all in rapping
Its all in rapping