Majik - Gee Wilikers
Yeah yeahI'm still on the block
Whole clip on an opp
Bang bang bang bang
Don't really ask Glock
I'm still at top and that's some bad news boy
Jump in the whip and I'm feeling like Batman
Going stupid on the track
Put two in ya back when I pay for the pack mane
Leave you snoozing on ya back
I'm gripping the mac
Ain't no slip when I'm strapped mane
You get chewed up for the bag
I rip and I grab all the shit in the stash mane
I be cruising to the trap
To count up the racks living life in the fast lane
This shit too easy
No wonder my fur ain't sleazy
This weather up hur is breezy
Bitch I'm covered in gold completely
First date out no Evie
Burning up weed I got from Cece
The front of my trap like BBs
You wanna take ya pick like enie
Meenie miney mo
Thinking which one should I smoke?
I ain't talking bout these Os
Lil bish I'm talking bout my foes
This summer so cold
Bitch take ya pick of the pose
Shit my bank got richer with Bones
Now this bank as big as a boat
I'll give em a loan
Just make sure you gimmie the code
We got 27 in million
Make that 27 in coke
Jump in the whip and I'm feeling like Batman
Going stupid on the track
Put two in ya back when I pay for the pack mane
Leave you snoozing on ya back
I'm gripping the mac
Ain't no slip when I'm strapped mane
You get chewed up for the bag
I rip and I grab all the shit in the stash mane
I be cruising to the trap
To count up the racks living life in the fast lane
Spending my fetty on waps
Tryna get rid of this drop
This 44 get rid of the tail I told Bobo get rid of the cops
And then told bones get ready to bail I quick reload then dump on the opps
This clip as big as Adele
Hollow tips rip shit off the knob
Go and ask Kip go and ask Glock
Don't you fuck around on my block
If you come around to Hells Kitchen
Get to tripping then you'll get shot
Don't you fuck around in these trenches
You'll go missing up here a lot
I forgot that I should've mentioned all my killas live on the block
I served ounces outta the wok
Watch it bounce the pocket the prof
That's a mountain out in the lot
Watch me count the rounds that I got
Jump in the whip and I'm feeling like Batman
Going stupid on the track
Put two in ya back when I pay for the pack mane
Leave you snoozing on ya back
I'm gripping the mac
Ain't no slip when I'm strapped mane
You get chewed up for the bag
I rip and I grab all the shit in the stash mane
I be cruising to the trap
To count up the racks living life in the fast lane
Written by:
Quinn Burwell
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