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Can’t Step Up To Mii
LYRICS:
Writing like a poet, I got led up in my pencil
Haters go be talking so I twist em like a pretzel
Sprint like Temple Run, you up in a hurry
I be balling like Curry, and I rapping like Denzel
If you keep on talking man then you can come and get some
I don’t really care about you cause you talking like it’s random
I don’t got a girl, but you know these bitches think I’m handsome
Got the money that I positively spending like it’s ransom
Pussy boy talking like his mouth full of soap
All these bitches think they cool just cause they smoking dope
I got money that be falling you think you be earning more
It’s kinda funny how you knocking, I be busting down ya door
Patek up on me it dripping like water
She may be pregnant, but I ain’t no father
Shooting like Halo, ain’t talking Cortana
I climb to the top, while you stay at the bottom
Aye I ain’t got no time for no snitch
Aye Wreck It Ralph, haters be the glitch
Ooh think they wanna solve this with their fists
cause they can’t shoot a shot, they be only stacking bricks (okay)
What the fuck you saying? I be like a Raven cause I flying, music’s what I’m making, music’s what I’m craving, you can try to name a better player, facts is what I’m stating, you can use yo money how you want, I stack a bank that I be saving wisely
But now my wrist be looking icy
We on the final lap but you ain’t speeding by me
You can state how I be doing nothing, but most likely
Imma grind and do my thing yeah I be looking spicy
Okay, I’m looking down, I can’t see ya
Kick you in the nuts like we playing on some FIFA
Thotties wanna Hit or Miss, I ain’t talking Khalifa
Now my music go be blasting in arenas
Bitch I’m at the top you can’t have it
Just looking at my wrist, it goes to show it cause I’m flooding up the patek
You say that my numbers go be dropping, I’m like, who the hell are you?
Little bitch you can go and check the status
I met a bad bitch and now we zoom around in Cali
Cause you know she got a heart, I wanna keep it, I don’t stab it
Now she bumping to my music all the time like it’s a habit
Yeah I like the way she dresses like the leather on my jacket, okay
I just took a swing but you be running right back
Fucking on yo bitch but now yo bitch want cash
Talking like they itching on my nerves like it’s a rash
I can’t hear them with the sound of my necklace making a splash
Yeah my heart used to make me feel tied like a noose
Looking at me now cause the pussy getting loose (woo)
Imma live my life how the fuck I wanna choose
While these bitches got lean that they slurping like it’s juice
Doing my service yeah I be putting my work in like I be staying up till two in the morning and making all this rhythm more than all these haters that be snorting their coke in while I be cooking like Morty
Yeah I be balling like Kobe
I never thought that I would have these bitches when they don’t know me
I’m standing up for my homies
I got these thotties that blow me
But still I keeping my grinding unlike these phonies
I may not be an athlete, but these are just the points that I be scoring
Chorus: x2
All my music popping, imma earn me a degree
Shawty wanna chill like we be swimming out to sea
All these haters talking, they’re the lock, but I’m the key
You can say that I ain’t grinding, but you winning like it’s cheese
I be getting money I’m drifting through like a breeze
Back when I was little, ya boy was getting teased
Looking at me now, when they ask, they say please
Cause these bitches looking up, they can’t step up to mii
- Genre
- Rap