[Intro]
Aye we bout to fuck this beat up (Oh SHIT)
You know we're comin' in hot
This fuckin' mic is on a paper towel tube (What the FUCK)
Aye bring the beat up in here, c'mon (Okay)
[Chorus: Minmatic]
Chase a bag and don't drop it
Can't post up on that offense
We don't fuck with that opp-shit
Just twisting this shit like a Bop-It (Bop it!)
Never Give 'em no options (Twist it!)
Only heat, never pop shit (Spin it!)
You know we don't fuck with that opp-shit (Pull it!)
Just twisting this shit like a Bop-It
[Verse 1: MillyRockGibbs]
Think you good, but you ain't
Rapping's my gift, i'm the patron saint
Fuck her good, make her faint
I'm hot like MJ in the paint
Dropping bombs like Nagasaki
Brewing up; from Milwaukee
I earned the right to be this cocky
We got beef like teriyaki
Call me Arby's 'cause I got the meats
That unreleased heat from these beats
In the streets, suites, sheets, front seats
My sweet skeet feat of bustin' cheeks
Cheap ass hoe, found on Fiverr
Down with a ray gun, don't revive her
In the DM's, scuba diver
Stay in your lane, Student Driver
[Verse 2: shortphase]
Betty Crocker when I stir the pot
Heart stop call her blood clot
Little bitch, she an after though
Movin' like Baby Driver when she whip the cock
In your sister like nicotine
Overdose on the dick like she Charlie Sheen
Squeaky clean like I'm Listerine
Your bars stay dry like some saltines
Bad bitch need a therapist
That pussy bomb like a terrorist
Dick healthy like asparagus
You better think about who you fuckin' with (Oh, boy!)
Whippin' a Chevy but my neck stay heavy
I'm fuckin' a white MILF named Betty
And your bitch ain't ready still we going steady
And I gave her plenty but she's worth a penny wait
[Chorus: Minmatic]
Chase a bag and don't drop it
Can't post up on that offense
We don't fuck with that opp-shit
Just twisting this shit like a Bop-It (Bop it!)
Never Give 'em no options (Twist it!)
Only heat, never pop shit (Spin it!)
You know we don't fuck with that opp-shit (Pull it!)
Just twisting this shit like a Bop-It
[Verse 3: matrix]
Eat your girl, gettin' low
Dual wield call me Kirito
Barbiturates, Monroe
Never waste your diamonds on a hoe
Shootin' shots, John Wilkes Booth
Atleast I'm not from Duluth
Bitch I'm a dog like a super-sleuth
Just got a letter like we're Blue's Clues
On the mic, no comparison
Whip like Ford, no Harrison
Bunker down in the garrison
In the hotel, call it Sheraton
Divide the city, gerrymandering
Call me Magic, like The Gathering
Can't understand me, speaking Mandarin
[Verse 4: Minmatic]
Hi, goodnight
I'm hopping up on the flight
Keep her in check I keep it right
Floatin' in the air through midnight, nah just like
I'm fairly odd, Wanda got the rack
Make a wish to blow out her back
You know when I hit it that shit bounce back
Gotta stay back, Cosmo got the strap
Come in keep your eyes closes
Till you see a pistol in the centerfold
Keep a choke hold to an episode
Keep that rock crystal in the stronghold
Bring 'em through, we gonna come and slide
Send 'em running that's a Slip 'n Slide
Doctor clean my teeth with some fluoride
Sandra lookin' bitch, that's the Blind Side
[Chorus: All]
Chase a bag and don't drop it
Can't post up on that offense
We don't fuck with that opp-shit
Just twisting this shit like a Bop-It (Bop it!)
Never Give 'em no options (Twist it!)
Only heat, never pop shit (Spin it!)
You know we don't fuck with that opp-shit (Pull it!)
Just twisting this shit like a Bop-It
Do it the same, but, uh, better
