Nick at Nite

I know it's been a while
And I know you got somebody (but)
Everytime I think about you
I can feel it in my body
In my MIND
In my BODY
(If) You don't MIND
Boy I promise I can show you

OK you want another round, guess I can FINISH HIM
Split from the group, had to cut out all the middle men
Ain't never been that serious, wait here we go with this again
Y'all niggas getting served like I'm the champ of the Wimbledon
Hol'Up
Joey might blow up
I'm bout to get it popping
Mentos in that Coca Cola
Imma killer whale
You niggas minnows in the ocean
Young pretty nigga
Wait I thought I been had told ya
Yeah
Okay okay okay okay okay
I wasted a line, do I care
Nigga no way
Walking laps round you boys
You couldn't catch up on a slow day
They like ooh when I move, takem back that's a OJay
Okay, Yeah
I bet you never knew that he had it in him
Unleash the beast on purpose, but like more accidental
How he spit so fresh, ion know
Ask the dental
Slowing down for the crash
Like jalil smashing cymbals
Woah
Like Crash bandicoot
Not a fan of you
Just thought I'd let you
Know
Uh Started as a test
Proved that I'm the best
Don't know how far this goes
Yeah
But I promise imma kill it
Even if it mean I gotta use a line for a filler
Now I'm smashing on the gas
Skrt skrt I don't fill up
Big boy you lil
Like ya twin brother Phillip

Act out when the shine hit ya
That's range (Hol'Up)
Tribe of niggas outside wit' me
That's GANG (Okay)
Pop Star, nigga no Britney
Top Dawg, nigga no Kendrick
Y'all niggas, y'all so forgetful
Y'all niggas, y'all so forgetful

Quiet for a little but it's good to back
Samurai did a stack, this a victory lap
When you walk up in the trap all the bitches just back back
Bag over ya head, you like Chester McBadbat
You niggas couldn't even make it to a D league
Boy i run it and you look a little tink tink
Passing ya girl around like niggas in a precinct
Yeah i fuck around and make a couple teeth bleed
Hol'Up
Cornbreadkilla
Blueberry fanta
You was in the phantom when you Demi got ran up
I was just a nerd, Danny without the phantom
Yet i laid the pipe down before i knew how to man up
For i knew stand up, me and kellcee jammin
Told us to get a grip but we could never find the handle
Had a couple cruel summers, that's word to bananarama
Now a nigga belt got a couple broads in atlanta WHAT!?
What a nigga gotta do
Trynna make it rain blue
Chaz Bundick with the moves
Roger Rabbit with the tunes
Young nigga with the juice (aye)
Young Ramsey with the souflee
Rhymes rhyming like i'm doom aye
Young crooner Michael Bublé