[Verse- JMIC]
Whats up Gudda Gudda?
How the f**s it going?
Whats up XV?
I hear the money's flowing
I Got the burbs on lock
Me and a couple homies
Chillin with some bad b**hes
And yeah we're puffin smokin
I'm not f**in joking
I pledge to keep it real
Motherf** the phonies wit a sharp a** piece of steal
I'm out here ducking police
About that cheese for real
And I ain't gonna stop until I see at least a mil
Gonna get um wit a little bit of
I dont even know what to call it
But this sh** be f**in bouncin like I wrote in hydrolics
Is it me or could be that I've been smoking the cronic?
IDK but my flow will leave the microphone polished
W-w-w-whip it then wash it
This little white kid is moppin
Every rapper hes on a track with its exciting to watch it
So get to writing and blogging
Homie this might happen often
Put your money up now before the prices skyrocket
[Hook- Gudda Gudda]
Okay the money in my levis
Stack my paper tree high
I been doin this sh** as a youngin, knee high
You gon need your gla**es or your contacts just to see I
Everytime you see me my I eyes squitin cause I be high
I Get it!
[Verse- XV]
I go in
I swag out
Ball with all bags out
I dealed but then I cashed out
Pour up then I pa** out
n***as think they flashy
Till I know they flash out
Pockets fat but I do a show and get paid flat out
Now ain't that an amazin idea?
Behind the wheel like feris with some girls in the rear
My n***a JMIC ridin shot gun
With a couple hot ones
In the back seat and they blowin each other shot guns
Honey wants a ring
So she gettin in the Audi
Oh my are we high or is the sky just cloudy?
I stretch out on the couch
Like I'm in counsling
Then watch her hit the pole like a n***a is josting
Dark hoarse, white night
Dim n***as ain't bright lights
k**in this sh** from hindsight
Light up the pen like light bright
All of my n***as is ballin my n***a
And all of my b**hes are dime type
Look at life like all of this is mine right?
I'm like..
[Hook- Gudda Gudda]
Okay the money in my levis
Stack my paper tree high
I been doin this sh** as a youngin, knee high
You gon need your gla**es or your contacts just to see I
Everytime you see me my I eyes squitin cause I be high
I Get it!
[Verse- JMIC]
You have not see nothing yet
I'm warming up let me f**ing stretch
Not even playing yet, I'm not even playing yet
Bout to run a warm up lap and probably won't break a sweat
While I'm jogging
You should be blogging
Telling all these other rappers JMIC is a problem
Get it through your noggin
I have reached another level chillin on a rpstrum
Man this sh** is awesome
One right move and I'm off the bench ballin
If rap is a game I'm certainly playing offense
The song is a track and my competition stallin
I'm switchin into second gear, Take a shot of everclear
Then cut off my competitors
I was revin my engine but you mothaf**as never hear
You all must have severed ears
But if you been following my I know you see progression here
As you will every year from now until forever dear
And ima continue to do what I do
Until all of the cheddars here
[Hook- Gudda Gudda]
Okay the money in my levis
Stack my paper tree high
I been doin this sh** as a youngin, knee high
You gon need your gla**es or your contacts just to see I
Everytime you see me my I eyes squitin cause I be high
I Get it!