Columbia

(Verse 1 : Jody Fontaine)
Ah
Im a five-star nigga with a big bag
Ive been gettin big cake so they big mad
If the offer lookin decent, tell em hit Brad
But if its not enough digits, dont send that
20 years young, thinkin bout a bankroll
Been a minute since they had me on the payroll
Still stackin paper never was the main goal
I been writin since my doppelganger dropped Peso
Never stoppin, tell the club haters they should lay low
Task force shit get you bodied, what you play for
Cult followin, they attackin if we say so
Been wildin, my tongue shootin like a Draco
Kung Pao chicken eatin, but I got space so
Serve me up a side of the bread with the queso
Bandman head full of dreads with the halo
Hit yo momma spot and put his shoes on her table
West side nigga, whats the catch, whats your angle?
Watch a nigga feet leave the floor, Criss Angel
Rip the fu*kin beak off the stork in the middle of New York
Then I make a quick bag off the cradle
Im a nasty nigga, I read well
You can never catch me nigga, the speed real
Michael Jackson Pepsi sippin, Im hot headed
Wish a nigga would test me, promise he wont heal

(Chorus : Jody Fontaine)
And my neck too clean, got a head on me
I got A.D.D., I aint playin with em
She a AG fiend, wanna fu*k with the team
Wanna put it on me, I aint playin with em
Her mouth, her neck, her back
My whip, my hip, my dash
My lip too slick, my bad
My shit, go schiz, you mad
And my neck too clean, got a head on me
I got A.D.D., I aint playin with em
She a AG fiend, wanna fu*k with the team
Wanna put it on me, I aint playin with em
Her mouth, her neck, her back
My whip, my hip, my dash
My lip too slick, my bad
My shit, go schiz, so fast

(Verse 2 : BabyBoy)
Im sorry for screamin
A deer in the sky where the angels are beamin
The lights in the eyes, positivity gleamin
She must be mine, she swallowed the semen
Her dad dont like me, face to the cement
Sorry papa dear, got her butt to the ceiling
You hate me, b*tch, its a mutual feelin
They gon pay Jody for rappin
Benji for singin and Baby for cappin
They gon pay (censored) for trappin
Manny for shootin, and Jamie for blastin
They gon pay AG for movin
Makin a movement, you know how we do it

(Chorus : Jody Fontaine)
And my neck too clean, got a head on me
I got A.D.D., I aint playin with em
She a AG fiend, wanna fu*k with the team
Wanna put it on me, I aint playin with em
Her mouth, her neck, her back
My whip, my hip, my dash
My lip too slick, my bad
My shit, go schiz, you mad
And my neck too clean, got a head on me
I got A.D.D., I aint playin with em
She a AG fiend, wanna fu*k with the team
Wanna put it on me, I ain't playin with em
Her mouth, her neck, her back
My whip, my hip, my dash
My lip too slick, my bad
My shit, go schizo, so fast