MMA

Let's get a what?

Send a blitz, he seeing ghosts in the backfield
Shoot at his feet, he a hoe, make him tap dance
You a dicksucker, let you tell it though you tapped in
I big truck it, pedal lightly when I back in
Grab the 30 just to come out with the kids
Boy my pop dirty as a bum under a bridge
You ain't never even touched the type of money on your head
Paying over sticker price, my nigga only wanted 10
I'm getting bows on the flatbed
Came a long way from floors with the crackheads
Might not make a million rapping, but the trap will
So I don't give a motherfuck about no back end, bag life
Pay attention, show you how to cook a slab right
Way this bitch hitting, show you how to wear a flashlight
On my son's tuition, counted 40 thou last night
Don't go on a mission as the nigga that's gonna crash out

Brodie got a jack in there, we ain't talking off the jail phone
Catch an opp and snatch em up, and tie em to the railroad
Or pour some gas on him, spark a wood and throw it at him
Dub for a faceshot, 10 for an open casket
I'm talking hopping out the tree, I really know assassins
G-O-A-T status, you can go and ask them
Locked in on my own island, Alcatraz
Touchdown in the A, I snuck it in a falcon bag
Walter White with it, unky cook it like he Malcolm dad
Fairy tale life, I'm just blowing fire dragon bags
Get him out of here, he say whatever with his random ass
Blowing rasta with my ganjas, MIA and Lil Haiti
Bitch said I'm crazy, I spent 80 on a little eighth
Four pockets full up off the rap I feel like Lil Baby
Back pack Celine, I grab the Birkin for my lil lady

Jesus, believe me, I'm pleased to get even
Way I been sliding, bro it is me or Visa
Me and Tron, Mario Luigi, we squeezing
RareSmoke edit niggas out make em bleed then
You wanna talk money, lil nigga talk then
I don't walk in the bank, hoe I get walked in
Get your mans out the way with his lost ass
You can be anything, nigga be a boss then

Pour 3 sixes like the Mafia
I'm an orka in that water, y'all tilapias
Truck bullet proof, you can try to pop me up
What your rent cost, I paid it on a wocky cup
And your car note cost a t-shirt that's Helmut Lang
When I'm in that room for a 48, won't say a thing
Like tell them, I can't even spell my name
My bitch in some Loub heels tripping like she Ella Mai

He tryna make SayCheese, I'm tryna make pape
D don't know no letters in between AK
You in the scat out on Grand River in a fake chase
I'm in Beverly on Mulholland tryna Wraith race

Scam star, all these punches you would think it's MMA
How the fuck your buffs real, you can bend the frames
Three seconds left, timeout, I'm finna end the game
Face shot family, I hope they got a vest for brains

I'm in the Louis checker lane, rockets or a Texans game
Pistons or the lions, Courtside with that fryer
Used to cop from the nigga, now I'm his supplier
Selling everything, Zelle, cash app, it's whatever gang

We both got two feet but we don't step the same
Mike Amiris on me or it Yohji Yamamoto
Horses on my hood, I ain't never rocking polo
Got that cannon with the flash I ain't finna crop a photo