Gimme Dat

Gimme dat mic, I'll give you high vibe

Fuck, gimme dat ear, I'm like Iron Mike

I'm focused like jumper, float off the jungle

Monkeys and junkies, gimme dat rumble

Fuck on your issues, never know problems

I'll be your preacher, gimme dat commas

Fuck on your boy, gimme dat blowie

Fuck on your boy, call me D-Bowie

Brought dat dope straight to the slums

Inhale, feel it burn my lungs

Did dat bitch raw, yeah, she got crazy

Yeah, I did dat bitch famous, call me Jay Z

Bitch, come on, 8 God, mother

Tentacles in the air, kodos

Bitch, come on, 8 God, mother

Tentacles in the air

Got some sprite for your girl, yeah she got thirst

Gimme dat hype, I'll give you dat burst

Focused like jumper, take off from earth

Noose around my neck, need to hear skrrt

Fuck on your issues, never know problems

I'll be your preacher, gimme dat commas

Fuck on your boy, gimme dat blowie

Fuck on your boy, call me D-Bowie

Drive in the slum on rear flat rolls

Still tippin' on four fours

Girls in the back, girls in the front boze

Gold on my wrist, gold on my neck, boss

Bitch, come on, 8 God, mother

Tentacles in the air, kudos

Bitch, come on, 8 God, mother

Tentacles in the air