Gimme My Space

Yeah It's Monday Aye aye aye Y'all niggas gon gimme my Aye aye Y'all niggas gon gimme my Y'all niggas gon gimme my Aye aye aye Y'all niggas gon gimme my space fo' I let it go The haters is after my N (End) like the letter O They mad that ya boy on the rise like my credit score Jabree at da 3 hand it off like a give and go Fuck a charge ima Gawd wit the pick and roll Y'all niggas gon gimme my space fo' I let it go The haters is after my N like the letter o They mad that ya boy on the rise like my credit score Jabree at the 3 hand it off like a give and go Fuck a charge ima Gawd wit the pick n roll Bitch I'm high as a dipper Don't like to be gone off the liquor Weed make me choke like the clippers It's like my elixir Along wit some big booty strippers That always unfastened my zipper And bring me the chicken Pussy good, ima lick it Come to my land, ima stick it Bending that back like a gymnast Hop on the track its Olympics Turn this shit up you a witness Feel like assassins Bringing the madness We got the special touch Nothing but classics That's been the reaction We bout to level up Hop on the beat like a double Dutch Another one comin I think ima double up I thought I was catching a groove Wit making these tunes But now I don't give a fuck Started ignoring the pressure Nigga I don't gotta measure Bitch I'm the chief of the tribe Rocking a crown full of feathers Nobody doing it better Even wit triple the effort I see the game and it's black and white While y'all niggas still playing them checkers Y'all niggas gon gimme my space fo' I let it go The haters is after my N(End) like the letter O They mad that ya boy on the rise like my credit score Jabree at the 3 hand it off like a give and go Fuck a charge ima Gawd wit the pick and roll Y'all niggas gon gimme my space fo' I let it go The haters is after my N like the letter o They mad that ya boy on the rise like my credit score Jabree at the 3 hand it off like a give and go Fuck a charge ima Gawd wit the pick and roll Swear that you neguz gon gimme respect Sorry to momma for all of the mess Tarantino all heavens that's thieving We see that you sleeping so time to collect This reservoir makes it harder to think Cuz all my dogs steady fighting to eat While this mirage makes it harder to see How neguz bark but they be Mr.Pink To my olive oil mixed with the Goya Know we gon get right Told me Breezy just to do it You ain't gotta prove it Boy stack them Phil Knights So now on every 16 I empty magazines Aiming at ya windpipe For the longest I been letting shit slide So I swanton just to live life Chief hit me on the cell told me give em hell 01' Shaq and Kobe Children born from the TRIBE Cooking up a vibe boy you'd think I went Jarobi But Now I'm livin so heartless Cuz them 808s hit the hardest Feel light in me start to darken If you want Vader keep talkin Cuz you neguz gon gimme my space