#CERTIFIED (DJ Ess Mix) [feat. DJ Ess]

(ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia) fuck (Long live $cams) shit (you tripped, Certi) Roll up (ooh), kick back and chill out (nyah) You tuned in with the hood's favorite DJ (ooh), DJ Ess (ooh) Runnin' up racks for life You walkin' 'round with a point to prove Boy, don't get popped, haha, yeah, haha You walkin' 'round with a point to prove Boy, don't get shot (fuck, brr) They gotta switch blocks Turned the yola Harden, then I slap it like it's Chris Rock Japanese bitch keep a Glock, plus she kickbox We'll turn them- Man, what the fuck? Hell no (what are those?) We'll turn them big-ass boots to some flip-flops Two Glocks, 30 shots, wrapped him like a gift shop Fuck your baby mama, grab your son, then do a TikTok They gon' have to call the (woo) We done left this bitch hot (woo) Worse than the hoes-ass boy, how you dick hop When it rain, it pours, when I walk out, I'ma drip-drop Runnin' in the store for a pop, I'm tryna sip (uh) Runnin' in the store for a pop, I'm tryna sip wock Nyah, nyah Huh, fuck Shit, huh, huh (hey) Pull up on they block and drop a 90 from the right angle With them slimy guys, them grimy guys, don't let your ice dangle Trippin' off the shrooms, like, "Why my eyes create a triangle?" Woo, woo You a Captain Save-A-Ho, I'm the bad guy If we catch him stealin', burn his body while his hands tied DSM, the go's the go, bitch, we the franchise Deep in my bag, I'm lookin' like I'm tryna grab fry Bitch, where's your friends? Need the yerky, where's the tens? Need a script, where's the meds? Back to y'all, where's the bed? When I'm 'round the hoes, my favorite question always, "Where's the head?" I can't go in public no more, I ain't got nowhere to spend Opps stayin' out the way, so we ain't got nowhere to bend Bitch, just put it on the floor and send the lo' on where to send Actin' like he on a run, he just goin' nowhere again Arguin' with my ho late at night, I don't know where I been, bitch, bye Hundred shots, now his titi cryin', it's a fish fry Me and Certi dumpin' out the window, let us get by On the road, doin' shows, fuck hoes, get high (Huh, huh, huh) Tryna get up in our zone? That's a, uh-uh Tryna flick a pic' with bro? That's a, uh-uh Reachin' for somethin' that's froze? That's a, uh-uh Certi got me in that mode, you hear (mode, you hear)