COPYCAT ft. SPACE Lyrics

Just took off with a bag

I ain't sharing with nobody

They tryna copy they fake news

I got ice on my body

So much that it got the hoe wet

Like the top of the lake fool

She just gobble the dick she don't take food

Yeah I see all them guns but they fake dude

You run up wit a pistol you may lose

Choke a goofy out until his face blue

Like the hundreds I'm stacking to stay cool

Fannin Off with the money I'm Babe Ruth

Hitting shit out the park like a home run

Choppa pop him I bet that he won't run

Got the Glock gotta show off the whole gun

17 bullets someone gotta go cause I can't

If I take a loss it's alright cause I get it right back

Like withdrawals at America bank

I been Whipping the Acura built like a tank

And my Cousin gone shoot out the back window

If he talk down then I'm raising the stakes

And If I want him gone then his hoe a widow

Yeah

Niggas don't know how the gang maneuver

I got the chrome but this ain't google

Draw down quick this is not a doodle

I been Bobbin and weavin like it's a movie

And Directing the traffic my niggas shooting

We got Clips for them actors who say they moving

I'm a poet at heart but I keep a Ruger

For the haters and fakes and the goofies

They don't like me they hate when I do me

Cause when I switch flows it's too hard to pursue me

Space on the drums in the back goin stupid

Tray going dumb wit the Mac we not losing

Wanna be me so bad get a clue

Fake niggas get cooked like a stew

I'm gettin guap so I let down the roof

Smoke a lil pack then I hop in the booth

Too many flows the fountain of youth

Choppa on repeat the trigger get squeezed

Any Nigga go down in the street now he oozin

Just took off with a bag

I ain't sharing with nobody

They tryna copy they fake news

I got ice on my body

So much that it got the hoe wet

Like the top of the lake fool

She just gobble the dick she don't take food

Yeah I see all them guns but they fake dude

You run up wit a pistol you may lose

Choke a goofy out until his face blue

Like the hundreds I'm stacking to stay cool

Fannin Off with the money I'm Babe Ruth

Hitting shit out the park like a home run

Choppa pop him I bet that he won't run

Got the Glock gotta show off the whole gun

17 bullets someone gotta go cause I can't

If I take a loss it's alright cause I get it right back

Like withdrawals at America bank