[Chorus]
Yo-yo-yo yo times up!
Think you spitting game
The game spit you out
So what you live about
Mine's what I write about
Yo-yo-yo yo times up!
Fake niggas not setting a trend
We never listen a damn
Five four three two one we get it done
[Tab-One]
Yea!
Well, I'm a stone cold son of a gun
I got a cold flow, leave some of you stunned
Tab-One, burning temp on the drums with the burning tongue
Glow like july, high, no burning sun
Cats like "daamn, where did you get your learning from?
Just listening, rhyme so interesting hip hop holding my heart
Im still kicking it, like grammatica
Grammar attacking you
Flow so sick, roll quick like an acura
Dont be mad at the player
Be mad at the game, a rhyme sayer
With immaculate aim
When its all said and done
You remember the name
Its tab O
I don't think they know though
My flow so cold, leave you froze like photos
Pounce on the craft and we bounce like pogo
(K HIGH!)
That's the logo
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Yea, tik tik tok
I feel I rock what ??
Foot lockers, kick for sure
No malice, ma' they do love me like, alas
From the wonderland I am, like dallas
The star of, tomorrow no promise
Can't see rap without necks like a llama
Low cost trauma, ill nana
Rose and connor
???
I be like prom nights
Getting busy what a shame
Quarter 8, diddi quarter to the game
Quarter the great, im the quarter to the fame
? 745 to the lane???
Time dwindling
Flow cinnamon sweet
Knocking like goosepack?? in the jeep
Falling short like skee-lo
Five four three two one dot zero
[Chorus]
[Charlie Smarts]
I said I'm sure no gambling
Doug, why you amping them?
I started rambling the second he put the sample in it
And when we tell you that we coming
Think you hit lottery
But you ain't win no money
But you got to win these nuts, biggie sized
Take you out to wendys
Sluts give me fries
And a cup of henessy
So you can take the wheel on the real
Give me skids like it was potato peels
Im sicker and yall can stick them
And you no longer hang with yo dawgs
You victim
I'm not hearing you, a bacteria, a virus
Hit you interior for serious
Imma blind you, because I shine 360
Of 49ers
My mind breeds history, you corky reminders
Chris Kattan acting funny
We the shit
Im hitting fans, da-da-damn
I should finish with a man
[Chorus]
