Yeah yeah, back up in this bitch. Hyplosive. Motha fucka. Let’s go.
I got them motha fucka’s going nuts like a pack of squirrels. Back ya butts up, that’s what’s up, plus I got referrals. If ya wanna flaunt that ass, be my guest, top class. Work work, I skrrt skrrt, the best, I like her wit’ some sass. Get ya grass, let blaze, shit I’ll pass on the gaze. It party time, Bacardi time, I have a hearty dime. As my thang, she listen, to my slang, it glisten. I’m trapping, I’m dapping, my homies, what’s happenin’. Y’all know me as captain, on this ship I don’t dip. I don’t slip, I do rip, this shit lit, I’m mappin’. Success route, the best out, the rest pout, I bless out. The people with sequel to Greatness, can’t hate this. Motha fucka’s jealous, bout fellas wit’ the biggest cheddar. Cheese and Dope, wit’ ease we cope, ya got it nope? Mine better. I could do it, be fluent in this bragging boast. Shoutout the squad, on God, on my tagging post. Check they shit, they slay it, beats and verses. For my enemies, I got disease, sheets of hearses. Motha fucka’s got a sweet tooth, treats and Hershey. Let’s compete in the booth, my heats got ya thirsty. I’m him, on God, prime swim, Michael Phelps. Breaking records, y’all taking seconds, I hope this helps. Know ya place, I flow an ace, bitch boy get out my face. Rich joy come from the heart, been saying this since the start.
Yeah, I’m gonna talk my shit now. When I’m feeling myself, I feel unstoppable. Haha. Shoutout to the real ones. Hyplosive. That feeling you get when ya feeling ya shit. Yeah, I’ve got this. You’ve got this. Put ya mind to it and do it. I’ve done so much, and still have so much more to do. Let’s fucking get that shit. Hell yeah.
