Letras
Junior in June, bruh
Junior in June, bruh
Yeah
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, that's that shit
I can't wait for M.O.P
Obviously technology just got something on me
I ain't got the computer yet but let's believe when I get the money
I'ma get the computer G5, it ain't funny
I'ma have them beats, hack 'em and jack 'em and split 'em up
I'ma come like Beenie Man
Yo, what up? I got the serious flow
Falling just like domino
Getting right back up like round ball
And I spit a flow any given time
Like I'm drinking on some Bacardi lime
Bacardi and Coke, never Pepsi
Believe me, I wet thee
Even though I'm sheisty
Even though I'm trued
I'm speaking truth
I still get loose
Spit the flow, brother
What up? Anytime you wanna kick it like no other
Now's the time, now's the best time
It's like I'm a kid in the field
With Men and Rhymes
Yeah
'Cause I'm
Damn, can I even wig out on this shit? Let me see
Hold on, hold on
Nigga, catch me in a 9-4 Lexus
Hell nah, I'm pulling out, my bitch is naked
In the motherfucking passenger seat, I'm spitting acapella
You motherfuckers don't feel me, I'm riding with Cinderella
In the motherfucking Jeep, these hoes don't feel me creep
Down 4, Air Max 1s on my feet
Don't give a goddamn, AF1
That's what I meant to say, now hand me the gun
I'm 'bout to blaze the blunt, nigga pass it to the front
And nigga pass me some of that Winterfresh gum
I'm 'bout to spit at this motherfucking bitch 'cause I'm young
And I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm young, black and dumb
Bitch, let me catch you and I do you
Motherfucker, I run up in you and straight screw you
Do you
I just wrote this shit