Meep Mop Records - Interlude

When I walk in the club
You might see me with three chains
Nigga feel like Jordan
Nigga I got six rings
Man I feel like Lamar
Nigga can you stand the rain
Me and my nigga BeJay
Riding in a mustang
Nigga I feel like Chief Keef
Nigga bang bang
And I'll kick a nigga ass
Like I'm Liu Kang
Pull up all black
Like I'm Bruce Wayne
Bitch want Beni Hana
Bitch we only eat fast food
I'm gone leave and not care
Not asking questions like family feud
Didn't know I was gone come back
But now it's a different attitude
Gas so strong he greened out
Throw up like dog food
Yeah nigga
You know what time it is
Y'all nigga get around
I'm about to spill
Stop looking in your drink
Bitch I'm not Bill
I'm not saying I'm a hood nigga
But the streets get you killed
Hold on let me call Mill
Nigga just told me he throwing deals
Told him meet me at the spot
Shit I got time to kill
Now let's get toasty with it
I fye up my wood
I start choking with it
Baby girl bend that shit over
I put my strokes in it
She talking about give her a little mini me
I revoke that decision
But that cat was wet
She was soaking my shit
She suck my dick
Not even choking on my shit
After we done we roll up another one
And smoke that shit
She talking about she thirsty
I mean I got cokes and shit
Yeah no beat just heat
Speakers knocking like a motherfucker
In the backseat
Old ass Crown Vic
You swear this bitch was obsolete
Teacher gave me a test
I passed but I still cheated
Man this only the beginning of our feat
And on my soul
I put that on my life
We gone be elite

Written by:
Bejay Newsome, Don Sutton, Kenshin Noel

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