In this track, Big Scarr and Quezz Ruthless channel their confidence and assertiveness, likening themselves to iconic figures such as Michael Jordan and Randy Orton to emphasize their dominance in the rap game and street life. The lyrics boast of their financial success, resilience against adversaries, and control over their relationships, painting a vivid picture of a lifestyle marked by luxury but also guarded by vigilance. Their references to high-end brands and possessions symbolize their rise from humble beginnings to national recognition. The song is a brash declaration of self-made success and unapologetic living.
MJ
Lyrics
(Quake)
Woah
(Ayo, BandPlay)
Frozone
Woah, twenty-three shots like I'm Michael Jordan
Choke slam the pack like I'm Randy Orton
Get to the bread, give a fuck what you niggas doin'
Break on a bitch, leave her feelings ruined
The way that I walk on the beat can't nobody do it
Birkin my bitch, change her attitude
Strapped up during the show, better think 'fore you try to do it
Buss down the play, that's an alley-oop
Switch hit his guts, now he gotta eat Campbell's Soup
No cap on the beat, this shit factual
I put the gang on the map, now we national
If you ain't from my side, then I'm taxin' you
My bitch, she bad, got a body like Betty Boop
Can't say her name, that's my lil' whoopty-whoop
She hate when I be tellin' lies, guess she know the truth
Still'll pop out like I'm bulletproof
AMG Benz, Cartier hangin' out the roof
Nine on my side, not a twenty-two
Step on a opp in some Prada designer shoes
Hoes on my dick, that's what money do
I'm with your bitch tryna see what that honey do
Sent out for a lo', pray he make it through
Phone ringin' now, no, I can't wait a day or two
Wockhardt got me feelin' sensational
Say this your bitch, but to me she look takeable
She say that I look like a snack
Told her meet in the back, ate the dick like a edible
After this I can't chill or relax
Gotta get to the bag, let me check out my schedule
Too much ice on my neck change the weather up
So Icy Gang, nobody big as us, gang
Woah, twenty-three shots like I'm Michael Jordan
Choke slam the pack like I'm Randy Orton
Get to the bread, give a fuck what you niggas doin'
Break on a bitch, leave her feelings ruined
The way that I walk on the beat can't nobody do it
Birkin my bitch, change her attitude
Strapped up during the show, better think 'fore you try to do it
Buss down the play, that's an alley-oop
Switch hit his guts, now he gotta eat Campbell's Soup
No cap on the beat, this shit factual
I put the gang on the map, now we national
If you ain't from my side, then I'm taxin' you
My bitch, she bad, got a body like Betty Boop
Can't say her name, that's my lil' whoopty-whoop
She hate when I be tellin' lies, guess she know the truth
Uh, fresh to death when I walk in the function
I'm high off the meds, but don't think it ain't on me
In the club with this Glock in my undies
You make the wrong move, you get sent with your homie
When we in the club, they can tell we them niggas and gettin' us a whole lotta money
I counted this paper, this shit'll keep comin'
You know that I'm thumbin' and thumbin'
Steady poppin' my shit on these niggas
I know that they hated, I'm just bein' honest
Had to get off my ass and go get me a bag
Bitch, I ran up a check with no honors
They better free Dread out the feds
If they don't let him out, then we gon' kill your honor
Pull up on the scene and we blackout the whip
Presidential like we was Obama, gang
Woah, twenty-three shots like I'm Michael Jordan
Choke slam the pack like I'm Randy Orton
Get to the bread, give a fuck what you niggas doin'
Break on a bitch, leave her feelings ruined
The way that I walk on the beat can't nobody do it
Birkin my bitch, change her attitude
Strapped up during the show, better think 'fore you try to do it
Buss down the play, that's an alley-oop
Switch hit his guts, now he gotta eat Campbell's Soup
No cap on the beat, this shit factual
I put the gang on the map, now we national
If you ain't from my side, then I'm taxin' you
My bitch, she bad, got a body like Betty Boop
Can't say her name, that's my lil' whoopty-whoop
She hate when I be tellin' lies, guess she know the truth
Writer(s): Alexander Woods, Kelley Patrick Le Anthony Davis, Krishon O'brien Gaines
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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