MOCKING SHT lyrics

[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1: SouljaDatAP]
Y'all just gassing too much
I pull up in this motherf*cker and I'm passing the cup
And I don't mean lean, make it seem clean, you never seen parties in Hollywood
Pop cognac, prolly would
In real life, just a fight with an extra biscuit
And to commit a crime, you should take 5 in the f*cking vibe
Kool-Aid smellin' like alcohol, don't swoop them thangs
Going under achievement, Section 8, let's go
Poppin' just in Houston, I'm getting a few funds
They don't need my cameras, 'cause they don't need no new thumbs
Killin' on the view, dumb
Talent, I can f*ck some
Who you testing, you bum?
Knock, knock, need a new one
They be scrеaming "Help, please!"
And you bе bringing no peace
Fumble on your own stage
Luckily, I'm so great
You a low achiever, and I'm a sexy beater
Balling, it's no FIFA
They don't f*ck with me, ah!

[Chorus: SouljaDatAP]
Take a look how I'm pointing at this
Colorful boys, I'ma need an assist
Call up my bro, I'm in a new clique
Dope dude, fresh dude, which one would you pick?
[Verse 2: Kira Johnston]
Royal bish in a conversation
V spreading facts, y'all just don't got no patience
Mama be thanking me, let's get in a coupe
Eating Miso soup

[Verse 3: Big Votie]
Doing twenty push-ups in a red room
My mind Canibus, at least I got a Caliber thats 40 pounds
Then call my homies, they be setting some traps
I'm on my way, couple of leaves on my face
And I just sh*t on them mumble rappers, 'cause they ain't nothing good
The only variation is that my yacht could fly in space
I be Kurupt in 90's, duffle bag
One to ten, they cooking mumble cats
Bubblegum broccoli, I be starving for that
Don't refuse to stumble—
I'm the D.O.C., come correct that
Bring back ODB, suck a di*k and eat in peace
Fu-f*ck mainstream, took a shot at n*gga knee
Now I'm buzzing in the trap, that sh*t gon' be at ya neck
A little biscuit, I'm going with this
They be autistic in they mental minds
Hopefully I'm getting money in the f*cking Chi', okay

[Verse 4: Simon Blues]
Cooler than summer in August
Spit my rhymes, dimes, you get that reference
No normal weapons
I be with you if you said you love me
But when I come up, I stick my arm up, and taking shots at them
They like, "He's funny, funny"
I don't dress like a bunny, bunny
Mixtapes only, polar expressions
When I'm drinking Starbucks, take a fifty buck
A moblie phone, yay!
Now you win this prize
[Verse 5: Pat L]
Check it, collard greens are dying, you better be a star
I usually take my luck and dress to f*ck these di*ks
A normal person, in real life just posting dead bodies of my enemies
Gone long, cemetery
Drinking Sprite in a Rolls-Royce, windows up, boys, boys
Cuffed a metalhead, he be burning people down
Oh sh*t, we gonna hit a guardrail
(Oh, oh my God, that's too much)

[Chorus: SouljaDatAP & SuperABoi]
Take a look how I'm pointing at this
Colorful boys, I'ma need an assist
Call up my bro, I'm in a new clique
Dope dude, fresh dude, which one would you pick? (Yo)

[Verse 6: SuperABoi]
Boi crazy in this b*tch, I don't do no car cleaning
Ma'am, you could give me a kiss, they belong to my face
See them stitches, you grooving with this
Ay, come on, sing this!
Foxes dancing, wolves digging, chains blinging
In my club, I get side eyes by chicks that are 5 foot
Yo, that's crazy, this sh*t amazing
It's occasional, it's so national
Son, you could wait, so patience, so I get the payment though
My movement is my kind, distinct, you f*cking kissed it on the shovel
And again, I'm not a rebel
1, 2, 3, 4, you just could step off
[Outro: SouljaDatAP, Simon Blues, SuperABoi, Kira Johnston & All]
Yo, uh, sh*t
We are dope!
Oh sh*t!
Yeah, uh
Uh, uh
Pow, pow, pow, pow!
Singing we are dope
Singing we are dope
Yeah, uh
Yeah
Ay, let's go, let's go, uh
Pow, pow
Now let's go
n*gga
Singing we are dope
Yo, what the f*ck?
Uh
Um, uh
Um
b*tch!