Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah
I got my get back
This precipitation it can never make me sweat, man
Yeah, Yeah
I'm spraying everywhere
All these snakes around me, I don't even need to aim in yeah
That boy think he tough, ok let's run one for real then
RIP Akira, I'mma treat the boys like Krillin
Powered up like mitochondria to get specific
4+4 to track and lead these rappers, wash just like some dishes
Hey, Hey, Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum
Steppin' on a whole life make them start a go fund
Hey, Hey, what's up with yo glazin' ass smile in my face
But turn around and get to hating ass
What, what, what, oh, I'm open to confessions
Father, please forgive them for the sins they don't know better
Ha, ha, ha, taught you dummies a lesson
Our papers getting turned in like the end of the semester
(whoo, whoo)
(ah)
(whoo, whoo)
(ah)
Hey you made your bed now lay in it hoe
You in your place now stay in it hoe
Just give me the green I'm waiting to
I'm in a whole different mode my ap H20
Ac stay cranked, I'm way to cold
Who want this North pole, (Aye!)
They don't want to hear this chink talk
Tell them whomp, whomp cuz I'm still high
Send me the location there when I come around I hear pins drop
Sore loosers in the comment section I couldn't tell you what it is dog
Maybe they just want a kiss from me cause I'm too pretty and they chick not
Hey, Hey, okay let's take it from the tippy top
I just got my kit back you a pro at getting got
Yeah, not a fan of violating my bros
But if you play both sides too often then I'm pound able my bro
This that action that you wanted huh I'm still just having some fun
They gave me the ball I ran with it, I ain't passing back till i'm done
This that give sight to the blind flow, know you want more
Better put that roast of me on display, you don't want to get haunted by ghost
Yeah, Yeah
I got my get back
This precipitation it can never make me sweat, man
Yeah, Yeah
I'm spraying everywhere
All these snakes around me, I don't even need to aim in yeah
That boy think he tough, ok let's run one for real then
RIP Akira, I'mma treat the boys like Krillin
Powered up like mitochondria to get specific
4+4 to track and lead these rappers, wash just like some dishes
Hey, Hey, Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum
Steppin' on a whole life make them start a go fund
Hey, Hey, what's up with yo glazin' ass smile in my face
But turn around and get to hating ass
What, what, what, oh, I'm open to confessions
Father, please forgive them for the sins they don't know better
Ha, ha, ha, taught you dummies a lesson
Our papers getting turned in like the end of the semester
Written by: Debor Marttila, Michael Kim
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