100 OVR
(专辑: Bin Reaper 3: New Testament - 2022)
(You're not making this easy, Kyle) I
ain't got the
strap on me, it don't matter, boy, I'm smacking opps I'll pop a
bean and level up like I'm Kakarot Hammer glued to me like my home base Ragnarök You ain't never had a
knot, never had no guap You ain't never had a
ten, you ain't had a
dub You ain't never had a
fifty, you ain't had a
hun' You ain't never had a
quarter ticker, lil' dirty bum I
bet I'll have ten M's when I'm thirty-something They tried to count me out, I
think they failed math 4-0 on me, I
should be in Yale class Talking 'bout you in yours, it must be a
stale bag Bitch talking 'bout earn her heart, but I
ain't Dale ass Unleashed dog, boy, this shirt Givenchy This a
forty-two, I
told them keep the
Dirk Nowitzki I'm for surely dizzy, probably 'cause the
Perky hit me Fuck the
confrontation Drop his ass first peep, I'm just observating Pink ten with an Addy, shit, I'm concentrating Got Ulysses in the
drum, but my pockets Franklin I
could hop up out the
car in neutral, walk him down Or play the
sun roof in the
Track', hawk him down (Fah, fah, fah) Go pick his body up We ice him like a
hockey puck, he bleeding like a
Wocky cup Bet against the
team, you gon' find yourself in debt (In debt) I'm a
hustle fiend, had to find myself a
check How you got some VVs, hiding from the
diamond test? Cuddy tryna work his wrist, somebody find a
'Rex Shit, hit his cherry on top, now he a
vegetable Present, future, past, his whole life unacceptable Turk hit the
work and stretch it out, Mr. Incredible Ain't a
dollar in your pocket, fuck does your opinion matter? I
just popped an Oxy', codeine, now I'm feeling big and badder Pull up to your crib blowing like the
wolf Five hundred CVVs, I
gotta buy in bulk I
was on the
ropes, then turned around like Rey Mysterio Wake up eating Apple jacks like, nah, it ain't no Cheerios Wake up like, "Shit, what I
want for breakfast?" Think I
want a
sealed pint of syrup straight from Texas Shit, I'm straight on texting, don't call unless it's 'bout some dollar bills (Brrt) I
can split a
brick in two and put it back together, David Copperfield Before I
hopped up in the
Urus, popped a
pill, might pop the
wheels (Skrrt) MJ pulling stunts like he Travis Pastrana All black thing like T'Challa, the
'Cat from Wakanda All Gelato, not no Lemon Cherry, the
package say, "Guava" Catch him out and fill him up with lead like a
Scantron Your main mans'll see you Money Mitching, turn to Cam'ron (Huh, Rico, Rico) Give your bitch a
script of blues and tell her treat it like a
tampon (Huh, freak ho, freak ho) Fake one way, go the
other, hit the
sheriff with a
Shammgod Send a
hundred shots and turn his top to a
Wiffle ball Think you fucking with the
gang? You must've sniffed a
brick of dog Can't you tell by the
Virgil tee I'm getting off? Foghorn Leghorn how my chicken talk When life give you lemons, you supposed to make lemonade When life give you dope, I
heard you 'posed to sell it DSM, we still sinning 'cause all doggies go to Heaven