| Yo, I’m gonna attack this motherfucking tune
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| I might attack this tune, I might attack this tune
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| Attack it
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| Niggas tryna slit me for my paper and my flows (Flows)
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| Shotting O’s, listening to ONOE with the bros (Bros)
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| Watching O, like watching O, like coppers on the roads
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| Got to go, got to go, take me to the throne
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| Teachers, they be watching me, but all I see are pupils
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| All I see are pupils, I’m the boss, I always knew fool
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| Man can’t tell me nothing, catch me laughing at a funeral (Haha)
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| Giggly with, my morning style unusual
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| But when I’m an old pokie (What?), I’ma be cosy (Why?)
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| 'Cause I’m making money (Oh), you are making no P (Oh)
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| I give you a nosebleed, I give you a black eye
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| Money wanna phone me, 'cause her mummy gone like black eyes
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| Feed her that extended, big spliff in the coupe
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| The way she’s going on, she needs the
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| Daddy looking for me, just for this,
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| And he’s plotting, and he’s cocking, and he’s watching
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| And we’ll be watching you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Nigga, we’ll be watching you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Well, nigga, we’ll be watching you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| And nigga, we’ll be watching you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Run to cop the CD, saw me tearing up the shows (Shows)
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| Bussing flows, on stage with ONOE and the bros
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| Watching O, watching O, they know I’m in control
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| I swear I got the code, I got the dough
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| These flows up in the coast
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| I swear these niggas tryna copy all these movements of my donnies
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| We don’t worry, we’re getting money in a hurry
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| All my bruddas feeding, and we’re feeding everybody
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| Everybody watching me, but all I see are wallies
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| I get out my wellies, wetties causing puddles
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| Niggas think they’re balling but their bank accounts say fuck all
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| You call me Kerbubble, all I see are pupils
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| Pupils looking big 'cause I put molly in my noodles
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| Fry it like I’m tryna read your higher level conscience
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| This is nonsense, now man are moving like (Aggy)
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| These say Wizzy knows a lot, they say Wizzy wacko
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| Still they wanna ask me for a pitch of my tobacco
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| You ain’t getting Roleys, you don’y even know me
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| When I’m an old fogie, I’ll be blazing with my homies
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| For now, they be watching all the things I can do
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| Clocking me, knocking me, watching me
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| And we’ll be watching you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Nigga, we’ll be watching you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Well, nigga, we’ll be watching you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| And nigga, we’ll be watching you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh |