Moritorious

Yhea! Ayt! Okay yhea! Were them bitches at? Throw your fucking hands in the air Wait,yhea Where them bitches,where them bitches at Where them bitches,where them snitches at I catch my niggas on the loose Niggas know that I don't play duck, duck, goose Ain't nobody know that I been stuck in a loop Some of my niggas know that I can't not loose Hopping on beats like I play hoop, d scoop I might just go make a hit, I don't think I'll lose Even though a lot of bitches think that they cute I'd rather eat a snack like I'm Scooby-Doo I'm on the move, I catch the loop Running out states, I don't even wanna lose Traveling out states, I don't think that I'm a goon What if you running with them niggas that don't even act cool, ay What are you, who? I don't even know, I don't even know Oh, oh, oh Running up, running up, we be crazy Passing bitches like you know we never craving I don't even know if y'all niggas naming Lot of people but I think that I'm a nominee Where them bitches that think that I don't like the beef I'm a nominee, I'm a nominee, I'm a nominee I'm a nominee, I'm a nominee