Just put your hand on the glass
That are targeted at your ass.
Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker
They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother
I don't know you, but know kick, niggas in the face, so soccer
Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir
Screaming at my ass like boy you better win,
I'm bald bull to my little mac competition
I be fly and a slick ass too, come at! what chu gon' do?
‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few
Played soccer with evil, stabbed the lethal beetle
Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard
No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped
They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,
Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight
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