Gimme Dat

Gimme dat mike, I'll give u high vibe
Fuck! Gimme dat ear, i’m like iron mike
I'm focused like jumper, float off the jungle
Monkeys and junkies, gimme dat rumble
Fuck on your issues, never know problems
I’ll be your preacher, gimme dat commas
Fuck on your boyf, gimme dat blowie
Fuck on your boyf, call me D. Bowie
Brought dat dope straight to the slums
Inhale feel it burn my lungs
Did dat bitch raw, ye, she got crazy
Ye i did dat bitch famous, call me Jay-Z
Biach, cmon, 8 god, modo
Tentacles in the air, kodos
Biach, cmon, 8 god, modo
Tentacles in the air, kodos
Got some sprite for your girl, yeah she got thirst
Gimme dat hype, i’ll give u dat burst
Focused like jumper, take off from earth
Noose around my neck, need hear to skrr
Fuck on your issues, never know problems
I’ll be your preacher, gimme dat commas
Fuck on your boyf, gimme dat blowie
Fuck on your boyf, call me D. Bowie
Drive in the slum on rear flat rolls
Still tippin’ on four fours
Gilrls in the back, girls in the front, boze
Gold on my wrist, gold on my neck, boss
Biach, cmon, 8 god, modo
Tentacles in the air, kodos
Biach, cmon, 8 god, modo
Tentacles in the air, kodos
*Gimme*
*Gimme dat mike*