[chorus]
Ain’t been to sleep in seven days
I’m busy makin fuckin WAYS for folk
rather stay the mother FUCK aWAY- from folk
Like What you sayin though
You go so hard on all them pages though
Don’t make me pull up put it on you and ya partner hoe just SAY it’s smoke
[hook] [intercom]
Like, what you SAYING folk
But You go hella hard on all them pages though
Ok ok it’s up , what you was SAYING folk
Like, what you SAYING folk
But You go hella hard on all them pages though
Ok ok it’s up , what you was SAYING folk
[verse]
Only opp I ever had with any motion
was a clock my momma had up on the mantle
now it’s broke and if I land another opp before it’s over
on my momma I’m a break the hands he folded when he prayed about this moment
Shit , This the one
and you can’t focus ?
Watch you wobble off the other way
it’s up
Got you dizzy from the palm I had to lay up on you
Right up side your head that got it rollin off your shoulder
This some drizzy shit
the way i spoke on all them average lookin hoes them battle rappers and em athletes fightin over
Then I gripped the game it felt like flippin pages of a sports is illustrated
Shit was quick like what’s his face
I give a mother fuck
Bout what the fuck his name is
I don’t remember lames
If I recall it’s only cause I painted faces on the places folks was blessed enough to make acquaintance with us
[chorus]
Ain’t been to sleep in seven days
I’m busy makin fuckin WAYS for folk
rather stay the mother FUCK aWAY- from folk
Like What you sayin though
You go so hard on all them pages though
Don’t make me pull up put it on you and ya partner hoe just SAY it’s smoke
[hook] [intercom]
Like, what you SAYING folk
But You go hella hard on all them pages though
Ok ok it’s up , what you was SAYING folk
Like, what you SAYING folk
But You go hella hard on all them pages though
Ok ok it’s up , what you was SAYING folk
[verse]
What you heard I really murder folk
Got 30 holes on half an acre
Full a [intercom] come on pope I got you laters
Wait on who for what ?
You funny , I don’t trust my calculator
I need paper prior to a package ever getting weighed up
Out a pocket in my lane I dunk a ball before I lay up with a broad and take a player out a game I never wanted any problems gave you options you was beggin me to take it from you
Robbin hoods and takin off
they call me Captain Hook or booker t
Im everything they couldn’t be
And all they ever wanted
Fuck you sayin
[chorus]
Ain’t been to sleep in seven days
I’m busy makin fuckin WAYS for folk
rather stay the mother FUCK aWAY- from folk
Like What you sayin though
You go so hard on all them pages though
Don’t make me pull up put it on you and ya partner hoe just SAY it’s smoke
[hook] [intercom]
Like, what you SAYING folk
But You go hella hard on all them pages though
Ok ok it’s up , what you was SAYING folk
