#I'm2Official! Lyrics

Grrahh

Grrahh

Grrahh-Grrahh-Grrahh (Blttt)

Gang (Bow)

Finatic (Im So Slimee, OH-MY GOD)

On bro', I did (Gang-gang, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? Yes, he did!)

Damn

Man, I swear that I don't like these niggss

Talkin' to the wrong bitches, that ain't right lil nigga

Slimed ya mans over a bitch? You a spiteful nigga

Bitch, i'm leavin' tops leakin' when I up the pipe on niggas

Up the strap, then attack, i'ma strike a nigga

Let my finger bite the trigger, when I shoot the rifle, nigga

Grrahh, it's a scope on the gun like a sniper, nigga

I step in the spit, watch my sneakers, i'll fight a nigga (On bro')

Damn

And, I'm like that

Lil bro' is a bitch, he ain't fight back

His shit leakin', where his pipe at?

Shit go left? Then, we spin right back

Better "Keep Ya Head Up" like Tupac

Tryna be down? I'ma clap me a new opp

He'll get crushed like a shoebox, I got a new glock

I let it blast, boombox

Bitch, I got a new chop

Like, you'll get put in a new box

Hold on, I spotted me 2 opps

Start squeezin' this shit like a juicebox

She suckin' the gang, she a new thot

Like, she suckin' on 2 cocks

I'll walk shit down, with a blue dot

Say less, i'm throwin' few shots

On bro'

I get to the bread, Panera

Bitch, I Leveled Up, Ciara

She let me makeup her face, Mascara

Go for his chest, we lookin' for treasure

Got sticks like a ruler, we ready to measure

Deliver them hallows, send him a letter

I fye' at his top, shit burn like pepper

Grrahh-grrahh

And, these niggas better catch up cuz' they lost in the sauce

Let shit spread like germs, the fuck is a cough?

Open his brain, expandin' his thoughts

Trace him, line his ass like chalk

Sit him down, now, he can't walk

In the field, bullets toss

Catch a body, Randy Moss (Rrahh-rrahh)

Up the strap, then attack, i'ma strike a nigga

Let my finger bite the trigger, when I shoot the rifle, nigga

Grrahh, it's a scope on the gun like a sniper, nigga

I step in the spit, watch my sneakers, i'll fight a nigga (On bro')

Damn

And, I'm like that

Lil bro' is a bitch, he ain't fight back

His shit leakin', where his pipe at?

Shit go left? Then, we spin right back (Skrt-skrt)

Keep Yo' Head Up like Tupac

Tryna be down? I'ma clap me a new opp

He'll get crushed like shoebox, I got a new glock

Let shit blast, boombox

Gang, Bitch (Mmmmm)

(Mmm-mmm)

(Umm-mm-mmm)

(Umm-mm-mmm, mm-mmm)

(Mmm-mmh)

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? Yes, he did!