Mr. Official Lyrics

When I wake up getting cheese got me feeling real fresh

Gas got me coughing we drip until death

Mr. Official I blow like the ref

Catch me four rings with the gang like I'm steph

Look at the sauce yea I'm dripping im blessed

Live by the ville but in Memphis wit techs

Rap for the profit I talk for the check

Been pushing weight you know it ain't no rep

Adapt to the trenches we moving that pack

I was getting cheese before I got my Mac

Like we playing tennis we serve wit the racks

I double the profit and get it right back

Get turned to a pack so you better not lack

She tryna fuck so I pull out her tracks

Feeling like uncle sam the way I tax

Get smoked with the wood drac it ain't no black

Constantly sliding like no destination

You Make the wrong move you shot no hesitation

I Came along way having pounds in the basement

Get rolled just like woods he get smoked ima face em

King of this shit nigga watch how I ace it

Can't fuck these bitches I know that they basic

Shots to his mouth watching how he taste it

Then a week later funeral at his grave bitch

Pour me a four yea off of the drugs

Better not don't try it you catching a slug

I'm wit them killas put you in the mud

Diamonds stay wet like I'm up in a flood

Up in the trenches yeah I am the plug

But you I keep that iron in clubs

Stacks in my pocket I'm flexing all dubs

Yo closest be hating then say it's all love

When I wake up getting cheese got me feeling real fresh

Gas got me coughing we drip until death

Mr. Official I blow like the ref

Catch me four rings with the gang like I'm steph

Look at the sauce yea I'm dripping im blessed

Live by the ville but in Memphis wit techs

Rap for the profit I talk for the check

Been pushing weight you know it ain't no rep

Adapt to the trenches we moving that pack

I was getting cheese before I got my Mac

Like we playing tennis we serve wit the racks

I double the profit and get it right back

Get turned to a pack so you better not lack

She tryna fuck so I pull out her tracks

Feeling like uncle sam the way I tax

Get smoked with the wood drac it ain't no black

Know I been hot when I step in the building I know that these lil bitches see me

Knew that i was a star from the jump

Stay consistent a lil nigga gon be on TV

When I'm fucking her grabbing her hair and she throwing it back and i slide in no CD

Knowing she liking my pendant whenever I'm in it she licking my vvs

How the fuck I make this track then I rip this bitch

Old gat breaking shit down like arithmetic

Big strap like a dyke know ill really kill a bitch

Everybody hating got to know that I'm not feeling shit

When I wake up getting cheese got me feeling real fresh

Gas got me coughing we drip until death

Mr. Official I blow like the ref

Catch me four rings with the gang like I'm steph

Look at the sauce yea I'm dripping im blessed

Live by the ville but in Memphis wit techs

Rap for the profit I talk for the check

Been pushing weight you know it ain't no rep

Adapt to the trenches we moving that pack

I was getting cheese before I got my Mac

Like we playing tennis we serve wit the racks

I double the profit and get it right back

Get turned to a pack so you better not lack

She tryna fuck so I pull out her tracks

Feeling like uncle sam the way I tax

Get smoked with the wood drac it ain't no black