Letras The Intro - Azizi Gibson

The Intro

Hey, little whippersnappers, welcome to the pterodactyl crown
Please silence your phone 'cause nobody wants to hear that shit
I’m so excited for this movie, bro
After paying 12 fuckin' dollars for a goddamn movie
Ayy, watch it, man
Thank you
Shh, shut up
Now you wanna download shit, shit, shit
'Member when you used to say no about goin' to the show
Now you in the front row
Lookin' like a hoe tryna give me clips of the kid
Now you wanna suck my dick, dick, dick
I remember last year, you was like, «Yeah, I downloaded it
But uh, I still ain’t get to it yet,» shit
Now you wanna smoke my shit, shit, shit
You was like, «Show a lil' love, let me hit that blunt»
Nigga, I ain’t passin' you shit
Oh, so, now you wanna be part shit
Well that’s too bad 'cause we don’t give a fuck
Listen up, start turnin' up
I came a long way from slingin' pro'
I’m singin' mo'
Shit, nigga, I done been on tour
Been fuckin' whores from around the world
But no, it don’t stop there
And you know it doesn’t
Turn the page, nigga, no, you wasn’t
Anime, you ain’t heard of him, but now you love
So listen, balls in the fake, all in the same
I’ma take this shit to the next
No time left, my success story, gotta take over here
Mix it up with a little punch, my niggas finna move in here
And if somebody ask if you seen my ass, don’t tell 'em shit
I’m bangin' through your head just like a hangover (Hangover)
I fit in pictures only 'til the pain’s over (Pain's over)
Controlla in Miami 'til the game’s over (Games' over)
(Over, over)
I’m comin' straight for your neck
I know what’s next, seen through your deck
Bitch, I’m grimy
I don’t need no respect (Fuck)
Just two hoes and a check
Anime and some friends
Who’s about the shit that I am
To have a good time while I can
Because the brain don’t give me shit (No)
Now ain’t that a bitch?
They say, «Go independent,» I say, «Independent my dick» (My dick, dick)
I rep the game so hard, they don’t even know I exist
So it’s frisk store, goin' everythin' until I’m out this bitch (Yeah)
I thought we’d all would ball, I thought we’d all would get rich
But nobody cares, gives two shits 'bout the kid
They tell me, «Do this,» but they ain’t never there
So I do this shit on my own, I gots to keep it trill
(Trill)
I’m bangin' through your head just like a hangover
I fit in pictures only 'til the pain’s over
Controlla in Miami 'til the game’s over
(Over, over)
It’s over
It’s over