[Intro]
K.E. on the Track
[Verse 1]
Ayy, 'Member when my teacher told me I wasn't gon' be shit
Now I can freak her, freak my teacher
'Cause I got the stacks, 'cause I got them racks
And I got dem guns, dem bitches go gratata, click-clack nigga, brat brat brat nigga
[Chorus]
Never tell me what the fuck I can't be
Should take a trip to fucking Beijing
Lil ass red bottoms, niggas babies
Ima grown boy, boy you a baby
Even though I'm a baby
I get cakey, daily
Got a gun and that's off safety
Mama always told me never let a nigga play me
Ima get my ass whooped and I couldn't take it
[Verse 2]
What's the situation is the situation paper
If it is shakeup, Ima earthquake up
Coolin' with paper, ballin' is my major
She wants some top, wait up baby I'll take that
Pull up on the motherfucking label, "where my cake at?"
'fore I up this motherfucking chopper and spray it
Fuck Rehab, I get high for Bob Marley
Double O-7, bitch the skies falling
Bought me some rugers, I was tired of Glock 40s
Put it on Blood, bitch I'm guap shorty
Put it on cuz, I'm a hot shorty
Ima burn ya ass, on the spot shawty
Bananas in the summer, chinchillas in the winter
Heard you was mad about your thot, nigga get her
Made it from the bottom to the top, niggas didn't
That's why my mansion 2 million, niggas bitter
[Chorus]
Never tell me what the fuck I can't be
Should take a trip to fucking Beijing
Lil ass red bottoms, niggas babies
Ima grown boy, boy you a baby
Even though I'm a baby
I get cakey, daily
Got a gun and that's off safety
Mama always told me never let a nigga play me
Ima get my ass whooped and I couldn't take it
[Verse 3]
Heard fuck niggas was plotting on the low
I'm from Chiraq I be spottin' on the low
I know everything before they thought I didn't know
I pull up on your block poppin' shit, Crisco
I'm kinda rich now, 'member when I was in the field
Running around the block, while niggas getting killed
Niggas sendin' shots, we gon' send them back
Baby, I'm the driver, I ain't in the back
Pull up in a foreign, they like "who is that?"
On Tooka day, smoking Tooka pack
Pull off and I'm tourin' all the hoodlums man
Bitch, I'm Yung Joc, I'll do ya bad
Coolin' kit on the gun and it will cool ya ass
Do this rap shit for fun, don't let it fool ya ass
Fredo coming out the cut, he gon' do ya ass
Tadoe slow ass, he shot multiple times
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