Eeny Meeny Miny Moe
Shoot a opp right in his toe
Catch him lacking, leave him limping
Big Slime, tell him wipe his nose
44s riding dolo
I mean solo, on my own yo
Never coming back like a yo-yo
I'm not a bozo, I do promo
No limit, black card holder
Ops running, backyard order
Express shipping like 2 days out the week
Then I got another order
High asf, ion touch the ground
No one here to see I'm in the clouds
Ian gotta do shit for clout
When I point em out, youngins' all around
Bitches want me, but they trying me
Bold asf, when they eying me
Keep an eye on me, it ain't safe no more
Cause we done started up a different kinda war
Tried my hardest, and I went the farthest
Worked my hardest, when it was the hottest
But, you ain't know cause youn never know
All the shit I did before to (im)press a hoe
What's the plan? Nigga what's the move?
Crashing out 3, told my shooters - SHOOT
With my lil whoopty-whoop, making boss moves
Lil bitch I thought I told you
Running shit like, run away
But bet no shit won't runaway
Stand my ground, lay you where you stay
If you lie, I can't trust shit you say
I got money, I got bands
I got broads and I got fans
VVs', making money
Friends and shit start acting funny
Can't attest to shit, so said f*ck it
Since I was a jhit, a nigga had buckets
Hate the shit I did, coming for your wins
Did that shit again, like it's nothing
Won't forget, forbid, but it's sumn
Made me peep, that you ain't good for nothing
Young asf, smoking and I'm puffing
All my stressing, life had me rushing
Life start pushing and start shoving
Made me sick, I took robintussin
Then ya cousin, hoes be buzzing
Thought they'd blush or gush but they f*cking
Ain't no cuffing, nah I start bussin'
Dust em off, I had to get to brushing
Stuffed bout 3 bodies into one,
Huffing, puffing, nigga(s) just be bluffing
1-2, 3-4, shooters, got em stack up at the door
5-6, 7-8, as a kid, a nigga stayed in section 8
9-10, 11- Shii, me and broody, we ain't f*cking with them pigs
F*ck up one time, that's a lifetime
Meantime, I'm in prime time
I mean that, gotta stack up overtime
I see that, my time in the summertime
I hear common time, and it's kinda fine
But my kind of mind, organize crime
I told bro nem, be here head of time
But we popped up, at the same time
Reaction time of that pantomime
And that pain of mine, sent to Anaheim
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English
Eeny Meeny Miny Moe
Shoot a opp right in his toe
Catch him lacking, leave him limping
Big Slime, tell him wipe his nose
44s riding dolo
I mean solo, on my own yo
Never coming back like a yo-yo
I'm not a bozo, I do promo
No limit, black card holder
Ops running, backyard order
Express shipping like 2 days out the week
Then I got another order
High asf, ion touch the ground
No one here to see I'm in the clouds
Ian gotta do shit for clout
When I point em out, youngins' all around
Bitches want me, but they trying me
Bold asf, when they eying me
Keep an eye on me, it ain't safe no more
Cause we done started up a different kinda war
Tried my hardest, and I went the farthest
Worked my hardest, when it was the hottest
But, you ain't know cause youn never know
All the shit I did before to (im)press a hoe
What's the plan? Nigga what's the move?
Crashing out 3, told my shooters - SHOOT
With my lil whoopty-whoop, making boss moves
Lil bitch I thought I told you
Running shit like, run away
But bet no shit won't runaway
Stand my ground, lay you where you stay
If you lie, I can't trust shit you say
I got money, I got bands
I got broads and I got fans
VVs', making money
Friends and shit start acting funny
Can't attest to shit, so said f*ck it
Since I was a jhit, a nigga had buckets
Hate the shit I did, coming for your wins
Did that shit again, like it's nothing
Won't forget, forbid, but it's sumn
Made me peep, that you ain't good for nothing
Young asf, smoking and I'm puffing
All my stressing, life had me rushing
Life start pushing and start shoving
Made me sick, I took robintussin
Then ya cousin, hoes be buzzing
Thought they'd blush or gush but they f*cking
Ain't no cuffing, nah I start bussin'
Dust em off, I had to get to brushing
Stuffed bout 3 bodies into one,
Huffing, puffing, nigga(s) just be bluffing
1-2, 3-4, shooters, got em stack up at the door
5-6, 7-8, as a kid, a nigga stayed in section 8
9-10, 11- Shii, me and broody, we ain't f*cking with them pigs
F*ck up one time, that's a lifetime
Meantime, I'm in prime time
I mean that, gotta stack up overtime
I see that, my time in the summertime
I hear common time, and it's kinda fine
But my kind of mind, organize crime
I told bro nem, be here head of time
But we popped up, at the same time
Reaction time of that pantomime
And that pain of mine, sent to Anaheim
Shoot a opp right in his toe
Catch him lacking, leave him limping
Big Slime, tell him wipe his nose
44s riding dolo
I mean solo, on my own yo
Never coming back like a yo-yo
I'm not a bozo, I do promo
No limit, black card holder
Ops running, backyard order
Express shipping like 2 days out the week
Then I got another order
High asf, ion touch the ground
No one here to see I'm in the clouds
Ian gotta do shit for clout
When I point em out, youngins' all around
Bitches want me, but they trying me
Bold asf, when they eying me
Keep an eye on me, it ain't safe no more
Cause we done started up a different kinda war
Tried my hardest, and I went the farthest
Worked my hardest, when it was the hottest
But, you ain't know cause youn never know
All the shit I did before to (im)press a hoe
What's the plan? Nigga what's the move?
Crashing out 3, told my shooters - SHOOT
With my lil whoopty-whoop, making boss moves
Lil bitch I thought I told you
Running shit like, run away
But bet no shit won't runaway
Stand my ground, lay you where you stay
If you lie, I can't trust shit you say
I got money, I got bands
I got broads and I got fans
VVs', making money
Friends and shit start acting funny
Can't attest to shit, so said f*ck it
Since I was a jhit, a nigga had buckets
Hate the shit I did, coming for your wins
Did that shit again, like it's nothing
Won't forget, forbid, but it's sumn
Made me peep, that you ain't good for nothing
Young asf, smoking and I'm puffing
All my stressing, life had me rushing
Life start pushing and start shoving
Made me sick, I took robintussin
Then ya cousin, hoes be buzzing
Thought they'd blush or gush but they f*cking
Ain't no cuffing, nah I start bussin'
Dust em off, I had to get to brushing
Stuffed bout 3 bodies into one,
Huffing, puffing, nigga(s) just be bluffing
1-2, 3-4, shooters, got em stack up at the door
5-6, 7-8, as a kid, a nigga stayed in section 8
9-10, 11- Shii, me and broody, we ain't f*cking with them pigs
F*ck up one time, that's a lifetime
Meantime, I'm in prime time
I mean that, gotta stack up overtime
I see that, my time in the summertime
I hear common time, and it's kinda fine
But my kind of mind, organize crime
I told bro nem, be here head of time
But we popped up, at the same time
Reaction time of that pantomime
And that pain of mine, sent to Anaheim
Writer: Kristian Reddick
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