This what they want x3
Uh Okay Huh Uh
This what they want little dance ha Milly rock
A little xan in the the soda pop do the same thing everyday
And then complain acting like everything is okay
I cannot do that shit your insane
Im keeping it pushing making a way my soul aint for sell so get away
X2
If you talking on my cousins name Im pistol whipping and im grabbing chains
And then ima bitch slap you in the face im mowing the grass getting rid of snakes
Im taking my time cause this aint a race,
Im cooking and serving it and cooking it on a tray I'm grinding for commas up in the bank
Im grinding Im grinding Im working late
Huh
This what they want
Yea
Uh yea
This what they want
Huh
This what they want
This what they want
This what they want
Uh yea
I don't gang bang
Got no gang gang riding solo bitch im by myself
Oh you slang slang keep a thang thang
Ima have to rob your by myself
Im premeditated as you can tell
Im burning up f*ck it we live in hell
My bitch tried to voodoo me using spells
But that shit aint work she took a L
So now im just back all alone
Protecting my soul you know how it goes
F*ck it ima just go ghost
And pop out every time I play a show
Im up in the booth cooking all night
Im only impressed by some tight rhymes
Connected the dots like Einstein
I live for this rifts and these baselines
All of them techs
Up in your videos
Man
Im just not impressed
I got the power to resurrect
I meditate and I manifest
I been leaving this shit unaddressed
But now its time to many rappers saying they the best
Your styles wack I must confess
Your playing checkers while Im playing chess
A little dance ha Milly rock
A little xan in the the soda pop do the same thing everyday
And then complain
Acting like everything is okay
I cannot do that shit your insane im keeping it pushing making a way
Im grinding im grinding Im working late
Huh
This what they want
Yea
Uh yea
Huh
This what they want
This what they want
Uh yea
Huh
This what they want
Yea uh yea