Excuse Me
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(Let's get a bag)
Nigga, you need to stop tweakin' so much
You need to get with the sentence
Yeah
Dale Earnhardt, I been fuckin' up the road
Smell like car parts, I been fuckin' up the stove
I smell pussy, I been fuckin' on some hoes
I seen my nigga change when that money hit the floor
Ayy, you tell me, am I rappin' or it's real?
All my beef, is they yappin' or they dead?
My phone beep, think it's tappings from the feds
All eyes on me, bitch, I'm in traffic 'til I'm dead
Lil' Eastside nigga, plug from Y.O. down to Burt
You won't come up short long as you put the clio first
Kentucky straight, we gon' see about Ohio first
'Fore I rap my first verse, I hit my middle school with work
Ayy, found out my bitch was chillin' with this other nigga
I been cheatin' for some months, I'm still fuckin' with her
Right amount of notes get an elay of this coke
In that water, I'ma float, slide that elay through the snow
Wrist screamin', "Blow me," Cortez screamin', "Shoot me"
I did a million views, all the rats said I was bougie
Niggas screamin', "Get a bag," that's because of us
And we ain't seein' eye to eye 'cause you ain't touched enough, nigga
I go that way with that chopper, nigga
You is a liar and a snake that's on my collar, nigga
I could stop and give praise, I ain't stoppin', nigga
'Cause I done lived out the dreams of a lot of niggas
Excuse me, nigga
Don't be starin' at this jewelry, nigga
I'm kinda stiff 'cause the tooly stickin'
Before I leave, I be done blew a nigga
Don't be stupid, nigga
Excuse me, bitch
Is you gon' stare or you gon' choose a dick?
I'm tryna fuck, I ain't the coolest bitch
So don't be sayin' that I'm rude and shit
Lil' stupid bitch
Dale Earnhardt, I been fuckin' up the road
Smell like car parts, I been fuckin' up the stove
I smell pussy, I been fuckin' on some hoes
I seen my nigga change when that money hit the floor
Ayy, you tell me, am I rappin' or it's real?
All my beef, is they yappin' or they dead?
My phone beep, think it's tappings from the feds
All eyes on me, bitch, I'm in traffic 'til I'm dead
I had three out of every five bitches in Detroit
Enough about these broke hoes, y'all get the point
What you need? Hit me up, I'll deliver, boy
I make the blues move from Lexington to Livernois
Golden sun chillin', Gary cool, I ain't loiterin'
Shit ain't on the floor, gotta chop it up, order this
Pull up on Shine, you want a pound of the noisiest
See you slide down, hundred rounds, you ain't avoidin' them
Lawyer money stashed, I'm so ready for that
Rocks too big for a razor, it's machetes for that
Mook told me these niggas way better at rap
How some niggas take your shit, then sell you it back? Bitch
Hella love from them crackheads
Hit you with that chopper, you don't die, bitch, you better act dead
Hella love when them packs in
You ain't got a job, call me up and get a bag then
Excuse me, nigga
Don't be starin' at this jewelry, nigga
I'm kinda stiff 'cause the tooly stickin'
Before I leave, I be done blew a nigga
Don't be stupid, nigga
Excuse me, bitch
Is you gon' stare or you gon' choose a dick?
I'm tryna fuck, I ain't the coolest bitch
So don't be sayin' that I'm rude and shit
Lil' stupid bitch
Dale Earnhardt, I been fuckin' up the road
Smell like car parts, I been fuckin' up the stove
I smell pussy, I been fuckin' on some hoes
I seen my nigga change when that money hit the floor
Ayy, you tell me, am I rappin' or it's real?
All my beef, is they yappin' or they dead?
My phone beep, think it's tappings from the feds
All eyes on me, bitch, I'm in traffic 'til I'm dead