Certified

Bitch sound the alarm

Bitch sound the alarm

Bitch sound the alarm

Bitch sound the alarm

Bitch sound the alarm

It gets critical

Try not to fight back

You'll look pitiful

I'm the new Mike Jack of the streets

But this new might you the streets

Got a AI cross if you reach

Don't get saved by the Bell like Screech

And I ain't Slater boi but I like to slaughter boi

And if you get the ratting boi get to meet my boi

Whoa bitches want to get to the bag like whoa

But I'm like whoa

Bitch get low

I'm a certified player on the low

So dig this

Bitch you better motherfucking feel this

I'm the motherfucking certified realist

Reel this

Leather in the summer, so you feel this

Realness

Bitch just know I'm a certified playa

I'm on the phone with the playas

I'm in my bucket or my traya

With my six four down, I gets round

Any time I come through this bitch it goes down

Bitch, I just will let you know I'm a certified playa

I'm a certified playa

Runs might sound like a layup

Where the rage at

Where the fucking the hot babes at

This ain't a cage match but I run your ass down and I swing that bat

BAMM

California style

Drift in our cars in the middle of the street and we're all fucking wild

Buckwild

When the night come out, the gives a fuck right now

So don't be talking shit cause it's easy to find that your luck run out

And in these LA streets are cops is out

But the scanners is out

And we setting up props just flush them out

Oh yeah, we get busy

Really fucking busy

Running this bitch till this bitch gets Rizzi

Bitch back that ass up if you wanna get with me

Yeah, I'm on my Cape Town

I'm up bout eight rounds

I got about 10 knives