Lyrics
In order to get to next us
We have to leave
The old us behind
Who said it's going to be
Boring though
Let's get this show on the road
Let's get these h on a pole
Let's get it popping
I'm blowed
Get your sippy cups up
Let's get yo sippy cups up
Mutha what what
My sharp shooters
Harpoon you cartoonist
We just living long enough
To see our kids out do us
Until then
It ain't shh for brother
To hit ya h
Stick d in her throat
An hit the door
Like I witness J-hoov
Bae bro
My bankroll can't fold
I only campaigned
For champagne
Forty clip sticking out
Like my rap name
I'm a macaroni wit cheese
The best side n
N please
Sum People say it's all they need
Yep That's all that greed
I hate that I need it but
Love when I got it
Aesthetic the beauty of my fabric
I'm cut from a cloth
Only a boss
Would understand it
I ran out of nights
I spent them all up
Can't get a day back
Ain't shh promised except that
Facts
Toast to the turntables
An all the rappers
That own they own label
Raise yo sippy cups up
Mutha what what
Let's get this show on the road
Let's get these h on a pole
Let's get it popping
I'm blowed
Get yo sippy cups up
I think they wanna aim pistols
At yo boy
I'm lying they really wanna aim
Missiles an deploy
Troops in parachutes
Prepared to shoot
Bring the noise
Or bring the pain
I bring the toys