954mari - CMON!

★ intro: oddwin, omarcameup ★
Ayo, oddwin!
Omar on the come up!

★ verse 1: 954mari ★
I want the cutlass and i want the cullinan
I'm getting jitty, i stay with my bruddanem
Tied with a piece in my jeans and i'm tucking it
Scary for the blue like james p. sullivan
Gojo with the blue, y'all ain't touching it
That bitch hit my line, i'm dubbing it
Covet my spot, talking bout you hungry
I seen some shit, you couldn't even stomach it
Cap, so we on your head, no funny shit
Might put the red on his head like republicans
These rappers hop online, some other shit
Flexing that fire that you signed with the government
Zunesha, i might have to pop the trunk on 'em
Horton, hear 'em, i'mma pop the trunk on 'em
Dumbo, i might have to pop the trunk on 'em
Manny, i might have to pop the trunk on 'em
Straight to the t while you crumble like crumpets
You drop when you dropping, i see that you plummeting
A hunnid, a hunnid, onananene
I still sound better than you niggas mumbling

★ hook: 954mari, yayu ★
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon (yeah)
C'mon (yeah)
C'mon (c'mon, lets' go, yeah)
C'mon (c'mon, lets' go, yeah)
C'mon (c'mon, lets' go, yeah)
C'mon, lets' go, yeah

★ verse 2: yayu ★
Hm, hey
New deal making, i'm fdr
Your raps need healthcare, sent er
Lil bro hit me when his friends need carts
Y'all smoke ooh, don't get me started
I'm off shrooms, i can't see nada
Hating ass bitch, tell 'em keep yo qualms
My plug do math, y'all keep your problems
Stormed in late, it was kept too calm
Speak that language, i know exotics
Infinite joints like nico robin
New arm coming in clutch, no palms
If the hand won't talk, why the hands keep talking
Say i invented this shit when i'm gone
Don't care if it's wrong, just know it was not
You hate when they faking, they sensitive, stop it
Found out the shit you did and i blocked you
Game is the game, can't break that logic
I'm on repetitive shit like logic

★ verse 3: 954mari, yayu ★
Only repetitive thing is my profit
This ain't competitive, you rappers lost it
Only repetitive thing is my profit
I'm running several shit like i'm goggins
I'm rocking my pants with the chains in the land of the free
In atl, we locked in
You a ja wick, i'm the real deal john wick
Ball like the grizzlies but i keep a rocket
Blocking my outlets, charge to the game
Can't say that we plugged in, check yo sockets
I stay on my boss shit
Best him and that money keep calling
Best friend, dial it up, they watching
Ben 10, reverend, i talk then
Bless them, bless-
I just rada rada rock like schnitzel
Stone face when i chop my issues
Say we dogs, but i really don't get you
You be bitching for bits of the kibble
I been a genius, i'm rick when i get you
Jarring like jif and i been in a pickle
Blowing through shit and it's sicker than sniffles
I'm earning stripes in the field like officials
I'm running straps and they big as a missile
You just a rapper, you frigid with pistols
Was in historic, newman on a mission
Now i'm in the capital digging initials
556 gon' whistle
Can't run it back now, it is what it is
Crossing a boundary y'all never been to
Jaywalk back like i'm really the wiz (i'm really the wiz)
On campus, i'm hitting up jack and i'm hitting a stiz
Used to be backyard hitting a geeb
Smoke got a glass as big as a bitch (big as a bitch)
Please tell me they feeling this shit
Please tell me they feeling this shit