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Swag, drama
Uh, Mickey Bang
Everybody told me shit about that boy, Mickey Bang
I don't know why they do that, though, because they get deep
If the line don't open, I'm zooming through gas
Ain't tryna make friends in the red gang
Boy, I come from where you blow it, I be screeching up at club and shit
I'm putting some bodies up on my last night
My grandfather a gangster
I ain't get to meet him, but I show he don't care about my choice
You gonna stand on your word or we fucking you up?
And then, bitch, we don't play by them boys
You scared of that true boy, your ass in the boot, boy
Your pussy gon' get him a pass meal
Hey, I heard that shit last year
Running out of gas, hell
Getting to the point like a cat's heel
Hey, Mickey came through rocking boots like a shit kicker
Ride the beat that then a slut or a dick licker
Big boy business, you know that I'm saucy
Versus the gringo, that shit gon' get costly
I often make coffins with that shit for proper
Bury your wedge and got ghost silver copper
You can't get flash-banged, F-Tech choppa
Bitch, I got drums and they came with the knockers
No, I came through with that flow and that's everyday
Spit on your tape, I ain't like that shit anyway
Everybody hatin' on lil' Micky
Man, 'cause I'm comin' for they neck, no hickey
'Bout to make money off my hits
Can't take you with me, you ain't hittin' this
Sit, I be sideways, cars on the highway
He gon' get popped, boy, he ain't gotta blink
Walk in the academy feeling like Carlos
Shotty got the buckshot knocking out Marlboro
Creep like a panda with night vision goggles
Ho, this ain't fat, I'm an overweight model
Purdy as ever, done grew out my herd
Exotic Caucasian, that boy got the fur
I'm still going loco, my homies stop poco
They slang EBT, hit you up on the fur
So I need me some money, just like a deposit do
Shit, I'm just trying to get right like hypotenuse
Still in the hood like the engine that stole the whole Thursday
Boy, gonna get you some water
They know I'll be popping
Feeling like clear cell, lighting that bitch up
Feeling like a dirt cell, spinning that block
Might as well be first
Why me come for the top just like a jerk girl?
He ain't want the salt, better leave that to Waka
That chopper go grrr, I feel like Chewbacca
I ain't even playing, I cut off Nintendo
They call me the poppin', you just a muñeño
A hundred percento, I might just be for it
But you not my fan and you ain't even know it
They talkin' that shit, but I fuck round the short
This one for my sippers, pour drink out and pour it
This one for my smokers, let's roll up some blunt
You need a pipe, you cannot smoke with us
I can't say this enough, leave that dope to the tweakers
I'd rather buy sneakers and Bluetooth speakers
Out on my own, it's just me and my lady
Ballin' it big boy, I feel like McGrady
Pay me that brick, 'cause I'm movin' it quick
Know I keep K's in the front like a Nick
Boy, I shoot like I'm Luka, but I ain't no hooper
Tell that bitch move back like I'm old school Luda
Big belly Buddha, I'm in for the moolah
Too cool with this shit, boy, I'm cool as a cooler
Feel like a tutor
Where I be teaching her? All in your feelings
He mad 'cause I'm teasing her
Really just deep in the game and you mad at that?
Rap is a sport, bitch, I take that ho back-to-back
Get you some McIntyre
White boy, whoever get you
Gon' get done by a dude with a fanny pack
You got it like that? Bitch gon' respect it
Act hard on the 'net, but you fucked up a second
Try me, I'm ready, ain't none of you gon' stop me
Talking that size, I fuck up a Nazi
My shit going bomb and they call kamikaze
Mickey Bang don't play with them words, this ain't Yossi
Real Mexicano shit, still overconfident
Shooting my shot, boy, I feel like Stojaković
Flow out perfected, the business is separate
So I make it bang
The blue-eyed Mexican told them bitches
You know what it is
Big boy biz, man, hold on
Yeah
Step up to the plate if you want to get some
I'm giving out free losses
Peace