Featuring: Dre Bun B
Songwriter: Dre Bun B Wale
Producer: 9th Wonder
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Melotic persision, agravated asalt on the mic
I do what I like
Bitch, it ain't my falt
We put the salt in them fresh woonds, and shake up your gass tanks
Bananas in your tail pipes, fuck what your ass think
[Verse 2: Wale]
And nigga, my last name mean I ain't failin
OG Jordan, when I'm walkin, I hope they eyes hurtin like Amarian
Bitches be on it, you act like it's a problem
I tell you, motherfuckers, it's important
[Verse 3: Bun B]
And this is the ghetto story, out of your position
Your ass is bound to fudge it
Up like a diaper, your hiper cause you need to be
I tend to keep it mello, but maybe that's just the weed in me
[Verse 4: Wale]
Indeed I am conceited
Please eat, I need to speak my peace
The boy so swov, they won't believe in me
Brought Bun B with me
Got VC with me
Ain't nobody wack, anyone I feature with me
[Verse 5: Bun B]
You need beats like Swizz Beatz if you even think of reaching me
You bout to make the orange piece, and ya'll will seese to feast
Take your milk money, and your train too
Heat it in yor face, cause ain't nothing you can say to me
[Verse 6: Wale]
Nothing that I can't do, smokin on that can't move
So high, I'm walkin on stars, no Bape shoes
Call up Hey Soose, pull up in that gray Coope
My bitch is bad, and she thicker than that naked juice
[Verse 7: Dre]
I laugh a lot, mo back when
I used to be with the souls of mischef
Dreams of hoes and riches, but the game cold, kinda like Christmas
Melotic persision, agravated asalt on the mic
I do what I like
Bitch, it ain't my falt
We put the salt in them fresh woonds, and shake up your gass tanks
Bananas in your tail pipes, fuck what your ass think
[Verse 2: Wale]
And nigga, my last name mean I ain't failin
OG Jordan, when I'm walkin, I hope they eyes hurtin like Amarian
Bitches be on it, you act like it's a problem
I tell you, motherfuckers, it's important
[Verse 3: Bun B]
And this is the ghetto story, out of your position
Your ass is bound to fudge it
Up like a diaper, your hiper cause you need to be
I tend to keep it mello, but maybe that's just the weed in me
[Verse 4: Wale]
Indeed I am conceited
Please eat, I need to speak my peace
The boy so swov, they won't believe in me
Brought Bun B with me
Got VC with me
Ain't nobody wack, anyone I feature with me
[Verse 5: Bun B]
You need beats like Swizz Beatz if you even think of reaching me
You bout to make the orange piece, and ya'll will seese to feast
Take your milk money, and your train too
Heat it in yor face, cause ain't nothing you can say to me
[Verse 6: Wale]
Nothing that I can't do, smokin on that can't move
So high, I'm walkin on stars, no Bape shoes
Call up Hey Soose, pull up in that gray Coope
My bitch is bad, and she thicker than that naked juice
[Verse 7: Dre]
I laugh a lot, mo back when
I used to be with the souls of mischef
Dreams of hoes and riches, but the game cold, kinda like Christmas
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