Table Jam - 99 Neighbors

Whippin' like a spatula, Ritz becomin' bands for us

Started makin' raps, it turned to dollars, somthin’s addin' up

As long the team up, then th rest come down to execution (Yup, uh)

Mayweather, you can catch us 'fore we stick and move (Bruh)

Great job, they work and they paid off (Huh? Yeah)

But I can quit my day grind and move out of my state, ya

See, this the mushed mouth, hash smokin', rap slinging slasher (What?)

Chipped tooth bastard, dropped acid with a pastor (Huh?)

Microphone master, catch uo, don’t make me act up

My talent too immaculate, fuck all your favorite rappers (Ayy)

Roll the blunt, I feel so iconic, ayy

I smoke it down and spit a high sonnet (Ayy)

High pockets feelin' empty, but I might go cop it, like fuck (Uh)

I don’t think that there’s a beat up in this life I can’t muck, ayy (Uh)

And y’all don’t have to like it, I love it

I’m ballin' out, but on a budget (Okay)

If I cop this pair of Forces, I’ma have to skip that luncheon, um (Okay)

Number crunchin' like my reps in the gym

Missin' the comfort of my friends, but I’m workin' for some

Ayy, haha

Let’s go

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