LYRIC

I’m ’bouta spazz on the mic, yeah
Still got these lil’ boys outchea, they tellin’ ’em lies, yeah
I’m not being cold my nigga you fake as your ice, yeah
I’m smokin’ on niggas I don’t even fuck with a gwaai, yeah
Talk to me nice

You talkin’ ’bout bitches, get outta here
You not even drippin, get outta here
You talkin’ ’bout Glocks, get outta here
I’m smellin’ on opps, get outta here
You poppin’ on what? Get outta here
You cappin’ on God, get outta here
Not really surprised but
You gotta get the fuck outta here, outta here uh

I’m ’bouta spazz on the mic, yeah
Still got these lil’ boys outchea, they tellin’ ’em lies, yeah
I’m not being cold my nigga you fake as your ice, yeah
I’m smokin’ on niggas I don’t even fuck with a gwaai, yeah
Talk to me nice

Uhm, khon’ enye ilaatie, libel’
Ba ngubani cause umjita akana line
Bes’vana no saanie, waring’ amabali
Yaphela ikhali ay’lobali
Something was funny, kinda took it lightly
Umjita und’betraya kanjani?
I wish you sit

Close to the TV and I hope you see ba ndintswembu, asoze sifane
Ndicing’ba ndilele, ndihle’ nakanjani
Chomene nani nge mehl’ eliy’ one
Kjalel’ i-list cause you not number one
Ungazenzel’ eyakho uz’beke ku one
Game-in ndibuyile ndifake u-One
If aw’suk’ endleleni and’qond’ sizo van’
And’waring’ amabal’, unga buza no Ali no Mbali
Akhowey’ yipho ley’, or kanjani?

I’m ’bouta spazz on the mic, yeah
Still got these lil’ boys outchea, they tellin’ ’em lies, yeah
I’m not being cold my nigga you fake as your ice, yeah
I’m smokin’ on niggas I don’t even fuck with a gwaai, yeah
Talk to me nice

You talkin’ ’bout bitches, get outta here
You not even drippin, get outta here
You talkin’ ’bout Glocks, get outta here
I’m smellin’ on opps, get outta here
You poppin’ on what? Get outta here
You cappin’ on God, get outta here
Not really surprised but
You gotta get the fuck outta here, outta here uh

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah!)
Talk to me nice, I got millions of listeners, yeah
I’m really the business
Runnin’ the game, I be lookin’ all fit and shit
I’m drippin’ man, look at my fit and shit
Sand’uk’hlangana nomdeni they proud of me
I just sent them a few racks, bands
Bussin’ right outta the pockets, damn!

He better than me? Man that’s cap, yeah
I googled “Blxckie” just to see how far I’m goin’
Pockets fat, I can see they really growin’
Green on my teeth, I should really get to mowin’
G.O.A.T., yes I’m really really chosen
Really on go, I don’t even have a motor
He said he cold but I’m really really colder
I drop a hit, everybody moves their shoulders
I still be at it, I’ll tell you when it’s over

I’m ’bouta spazz on the mic, yeah
Still got these lil’ boys outchea, they tellin’ ’em lies, yeah
I’m not being cold my nigga you fake as your ice, yeah
I’m smokin’ on niggas I don’t even fuck with a gwaai, yeah
Talk to me nice

You talkin’ ’bout bitches, get outta here
You not even drippin, get outta here
You talkin’ ’bout Glocks, get outta here
I’m smellin’ on opps, get outta here
You poppin’ on what? Get outta here
You cappin’ on God, get outta here
Not really surprised
But you gotta get the fuck outta here, outta here

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