Yeah
Aye
Aye
Ga ga ga ga aye

[Chorus: MixTapper]
Back on my bullshit
Back with a full clip
Aim it at everybody talkin’ nonsense
Imma loose it
You said you got the juice drippin’ down
Now you soundin’ foolish
You said you busy making moves
I don’t really see no movements

Back on my bullshit
Back with a full clip
Aim it at everybody talkin’ nonsense
Imma loose it
You said you got the juice drippin’ down
Now you soundin’ foolish
You said you busy making moves
I don’t really see no movements

[Verse 1: MixTapper]
I don’t really like to conversate
Keep it lowkey, you can tell
I don’t really like to brag much
Music really speaking for itself
Numbers on the board like excel
Tryna get on XXL
Yeah they glorifying dubs
But they never really wanna talk about the L’s
Word around the block
You just started doing music
Man I hope you excel
I don’t pray on n***as’ downfalls
They just go and do it to themselves
I might have to call the hounds off
Ain’t no talkin’ when you hear alarm bells
I might have to call the hounds off
Now they wanna say I flow well

This shit is outta control
Bitch i’m on a roll
These n***as already know
Bitch i’m boutta blow
Seen it, I seen it a thousand times
Imma go get it, the bottom line
Know you want yours, Imma go get mine
Know you want yours, I want all the shine

Aye, This shit is outta control
Bitch i’m on a roll
These n***as already know
Bitch i’m boutta blow
Seen it, I seen it a thousand times
Imma go get it, the bottom line
Know you want yours, Imma go get mine
Know you want yours, I want all the shine
[Chorus: MixTapper]
Back on my bullshit
Back with a full clip
Aim it at everybody talkin’ nonsense
Imma loose it
You said you got the juice drippin’ down
Now you soundin’ foolish
You said you busy making moves
I don’t really see no movements

Back on my bullshit
Back with a full clip
Aim it at everybody talkin’ nonsense
Imma loose it
You said you got the juice drippin’ down
Now you soundin’ foolish
You said you busy making moves
I don’t really see no movements

[Verse 2: MixTapper]

Back from my old block
When we used to rock G-shocks on the block like they big rocks
Back from my old spot
When we used to rap boom bap on the track like we tupac
Back from the old days
Back from my old ways
Back on my bullshit
Gotta couple bullets in the chamber
Just to lyrically kill a couple rappers
Don’r make me pull it
God damn
I might be the hardest working motherfucker on the block
That’s no cap
I’m the reason that my hood wanna rap
I’m the reason that you carry a strap
Sleeping with a tech ain’t gon’ do much when you’re murdered on a track
I suggest you switch lanes
Propane when i’m spittin on a track