You no want test me
Cuz my crew is so OG
187's every day
Unless of course it's Saturday
Tell 'em why Heath
Cuz that's the day I get my hair cut
Tanning booth and I get my legs Naired up
Who, where, what, when, how many?
My Prius is packed with young emcees
All handy with the tech nine
Yep...get your paper up, pippin I'ma get mine
Don't sweat the technique and don't speak
When you hear the whip go beep
That's how we do
You no want test me
My crew it rolls so deep
Tinted windows for privacy
Cuz y'all ain't VIP
Zack Morris is back for us
Window cracked on the Taurus
Beat valley something merciless
Mr. Belding, pop the percolate
It's me and Violet Bickerstaff kicking rap
Giving that whiplash way before Nickelback
Forget the max, I'm onto something sicker
The glee club recital next month's bigger
You no want test me but you can address me
As Mr. Presley, a fist so threatening
That I'll be texting and I'll be checking
The chin of any lame who disrespect me
Hop on the vespa, lotta finesse
Gotta caress mic right like I'm honoring it
Onto the next spot, entourage calling your bet
And you ain't even heard us when we're hollerin' yet
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