2 years ago

Written and Produced by "The Great Sage"

Lyrics:
(Intro)
“Yo what the f*ck is this
This ain’t your style”

“Ay yo yo yo!”

(Hook)
Me myself and I that it, that makes up the f*ckin crew
Pullin out the glocks, we cock em back, then we f*ckin shoot
Wachu gonna do? We comin through, we out here making moves
Wachu gonna do? What Wachu gonna Wachu gonna gonna…

Me myself and I that it, that makes up the f*ckin clique
Pulling out the pins, lob it far, then we blow this sh!t
Wachu gonna do? What Wachu gonna Wachu gonna do
Wachu gonna do? What Wachu gonna Wachu gonna gonna…

(Verse 1)
Now we bustin in and blast this sh!t through your f*ckin town
Speakers up so loud we finna bust em, but its for the crowd
Gettin all that paper that's the mission, yea its going down
Tonight, diamond hist, look here comes the hounds
They just pins and I knock em out
Then reload, duckin down, sirens blaring
time to get out, got the prize
dodgin bullets side to side way to easy
Here we go my flow like Fiji
Bust the window, not discreetly
Bitch you think you could beat me
Like what the f*ck?

(Verse 2)
Huntin for the beat then said
“F*ck it! I’ll make it myself”
lookin at these rappers cappin
still can't compete with my f*ckin sound
I use this music just to flex
That's the diamond I got away with
Now I'm hypin up this beat
This a certified banger bet
Makin figure eights around the comp
Want to race alright bet ready set
Go, even off the top I’ll drop your f*ckin best
Wonder how I'm this versatile, here's a hint
I’m the f*ckin sh!t