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Ay, ayo Meth
It's time we came in the motherfuckin' club, nigga
They gotta know we in the buildin' nigga, yeah
Y'all motherfuckers got like
Two minutes to get to the motherfuckin' bar, nigga
Yo, I walk in pimpin' when I'm up in here
Pulled up the G ride then I'm up in here
I ain't worried, I got mad mo' up his ear
And my advice stay at bay like a Buccaneer
I feel good when I walk inside
All eyes on the pro that's NBA live
The A.I. of rap, these haters want try
To shut me down but I fly high
A hood fella always gotta keep somethin' close
A gutter flow like mine, gotta let 'em know
I'm explosive like Dre, Next Episode
Check my file, baby, this is the mother load
Take off your heels and shake your hair
A nigga like me weavin' through e'rywhere
I taste like New Money, make it clear
Baby, tell your friends that we right here
I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is
I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is
I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is
I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is
You don't wanna see me shine
Talkin' shit on the low
Hate to see me in the sky
Flyin' high, high, high
Who them dudes smellin' like trees when we up in here?
Straight Gilla and Killa Bees when we up in here
Kush nigga, I keep the weed in the Tupperware
Fuck security, V.I.P., we can puff in here
Niggas know how we do it, I ain't buyin' the bar
I'm tryin' to talk her out her drawers, she tryin' to charge
I ain't tryin' to ball, I'll spend no money in the club
If I said that I was, I'd be lyin' to y'all
I gotta have it, an addict, two and a puff and you'd rather hate us
Discuss it, no more discussions, the head in the house
Is now speakin', the food is ready for eatin'
Your head is ready for beatin', I'll kick your teeth in
Don't fuck with the Tical
You know when nigga black out off a couple beers
Smoke up an ounce, pass out like a couple years
And mami doin' her thing, she in her underwear
You join the team and that win, I'll put you under there
I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is
I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is
I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is
I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is
You don't wanna see me shine
Talkin' shit on the low
Hate to see me in the sky
Flyin' high, high, high
Yo, you know you smell mad weed when we up in here
A Wildboy like Steve when we up in here
And haters, they smell cheese when we up in here
But when we up in here, y'all know nothin' here
And you know how we get it in when we up in here
Women smellin' like cinnamon when she up in here
And haters, they pay the fee to get up in here
Meth and Doc, man, these MCs don't want nothin' here
I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is
I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is
I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is
I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is
You don't wanna see me shine
Talkin' shit on the low
Hate to see me in the sky
Flyin' high, high, high