Pinkies Up
G-Mo Skee
GENRE
[Verse 1]
Look
They say you gotta change with the times
But I don't like the new school so I'm staying behind
You could pop another xanny, pass away and just die
On the side of a busy highway in Dubai
Kiss my ass, I'm smoking big chop gas
Bitch I spaz and y'all need to get off flat
'Cause you niggas love talking, fuck this podcast
Hip-hop trash, I'ma bring Slipknot back
I fucked your bitty, she got one titty like the Oblongs
When the last time somebody said "play your song"?
Meanwhile I'm finna ball out like Lance Armstrong
This is not music, this a god damn car bomb
What's the name of the label that you're working with?
I've never heard of it, call it February 30th
Your album was so fucking pathetic I'm returning it
And burning down the store just for sеlling and supporting it (This shit sucks!)
So eat a cock-meat sandwich and some orangеs
Before I crush a nigga and turn him to an accordion
I'm not an alcoholic but I'm finna chug a 40
And I just so happened to be drunk while I was recording this
[Hook]
My team we some, sippers
We can't drink enough, liquor
No emcee can fuck, with us
Keep my pinky up, nigga
My pinky up, nigga
Keep my pinky up, nigga
My pinky up, nigga
Keep my pinky up, nigga nigga
[Bridge]
Ever since I was a kid I had a foul mouth
And then I got a little big, I'm finna wild out
Wait 'till they get a load of me, bit my style, ow
How about you niggas stop rapping and you bow down?
[Verse 2]
Niggas know what time it is with me
If you go against me, then you're history
I'm so sick, fuck six, give me ten feet
I used to rip shit from Richmond to Twin Peaks
Back when them cats had a Volvo with six speeds
Yelling [?], rest in peace Big B
I was 16 turning emcees to minced meat
Whether you believe it or not, that shit is Ripley's
I could give a fuck if you call me one-dimensional
I'm Biggie Smalls' interlude, I just wanna shit on you
Y'all niggas have no flavour but you niggas food
Y'all niggas so plain, no John Witherspoon
All I do is kick ass an entire song
My firearm look like it came from Cybertron
Your fucking brain must be smaller than a spider's balls
If you go against a nigga like me, right or wrong
After I say these obnoxious things
Niggas'll never wanna see me cook again like Paula Dean
They hit me on the web with a lot of memes
'Til I caught them in person and hit them with the bada-bing
[Hook]
My team we some, sippers
We can't drink enough, liquor
No emcee can fuck, with us
Keep my pinky up, nigga
My pinky up, nigga
Keep my pinky up, nigga
My pinky up, nigga
Keep my pinky up, nigga nigga
[Bridge]
Ever since I was a kid I had a foul mouth
And then I got a little big, I'm finna wild out
Wait 'til they get a load of me, bit my style, ow
How about you niggas stop rapping and you bow down?
Look
They say you gotta change with the times
But I don't like the new school so I'm staying behind
You could pop another xanny, pass away and just die
On the side of a busy highway in Dubai
Kiss my ass, I'm smoking big chop gas
Bitch I spaz and y'all need to get off flat
'Cause you niggas love talking, fuck this podcast
Hip-hop trash, I'ma bring Slipknot back
I fucked your bitty, she got one titty like the Oblongs
When the last time somebody said "play your song"?
Meanwhile I'm finna ball out like Lance Armstrong
This is not music, this a god damn car bomb
What's the name of the label that you're working with?
I've never heard of it, call it February 30th
Your album was so fucking pathetic I'm returning it
And burning down the store just for sеlling and supporting it (This shit sucks!)
So eat a cock-meat sandwich and some orangеs
Before I crush a nigga and turn him to an accordion
I'm not an alcoholic but I'm finna chug a 40
And I just so happened to be drunk while I was recording this
[Hook]
My team we some, sippers
We can't drink enough, liquor
No emcee can fuck, with us
Keep my pinky up, nigga
My pinky up, nigga
Keep my pinky up, nigga
My pinky up, nigga
Keep my pinky up, nigga nigga
[Bridge]
Ever since I was a kid I had a foul mouth
And then I got a little big, I'm finna wild out
Wait 'till they get a load of me, bit my style, ow
How about you niggas stop rapping and you bow down?
[Verse 2]
Niggas know what time it is with me
If you go against me, then you're history
I'm so sick, fuck six, give me ten feet
I used to rip shit from Richmond to Twin Peaks
Back when them cats had a Volvo with six speeds
Yelling [?], rest in peace Big B
I was 16 turning emcees to minced meat
Whether you believe it or not, that shit is Ripley's
I could give a fuck if you call me one-dimensional
I'm Biggie Smalls' interlude, I just wanna shit on you
Y'all niggas have no flavour but you niggas food
Y'all niggas so plain, no John Witherspoon
All I do is kick ass an entire song
My firearm look like it came from Cybertron
Your fucking brain must be smaller than a spider's balls
If you go against a nigga like me, right or wrong
After I say these obnoxious things
Niggas'll never wanna see me cook again like Paula Dean
They hit me on the web with a lot of memes
'Til I caught them in person and hit them with the bada-bing
[Hook]
My team we some, sippers
We can't drink enough, liquor
No emcee can fuck, with us
Keep my pinky up, nigga
My pinky up, nigga
Keep my pinky up, nigga
My pinky up, nigga
Keep my pinky up, nigga nigga
[Bridge]
Ever since I was a kid I had a foul mouth
And then I got a little big, I'm finna wild out
Wait 'til they get a load of me, bit my style, ow
How about you niggas stop rapping and you bow down?
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