Song Lyrics

Okay
No Ceilings, motherfucker
Good morning
Dick in your mouth while you're yawning
I'm goin' in
Gudda, why they started me?
Marley, why they started me?
I'll bring it to your front door
Like you ordered me
Back in this bitch
But a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit
Need hot porridge
Got a lot more shit
Than you could ever fathom
A big-head nigga
Couldn't even imagine
The shit I do
Most doers never done
I'ma f*ck this beat
Ya bitch, ooh, ya better cum
Bet I run this shit
I don't run from shit
I'll still beat your ass
Like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking baby, baby
Make the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets
But I bet that gun fit
And I'm so unfit
'Cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit
I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow
Like a turtle 'round this ho
And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho
Whats the word around this ho?
You'll get served around this ho
Yeah, you'll get served
Like a fucking hors d'ouvre around this ho
I don't splurge around no ho
No, I don't shine in front of no bitch
'Cause after she get off my dick
I be like, "Find the front door, bitch"
I don't know why in the f*ck your bitch keep coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the f*ck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
Strike you like a Bic head
Your flow sick? My shit dead
Sillier than V.I.C. said
Soulja Boy and Arab
You should see my 11 year old daughter do they dance
I call it the Nae-Nae dance
Proud to be Nae-Nae's dad
Gun on the waistline
Leave you in the wasteland
We are not the same
I am a Martian, this is Space Jam
No Ceilings, R.I.P., Amen
Motherfucking caveman
Beating on my chest
Young Money, Cash Money
And I'm eating all the rest
Nigga, no offence
Sorry if you're offended
Riding high like I'm on 54 inches
Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches
Ch-chill like, ch-chill like an Eskimo
Let's get mo'
Let's get mo' bitches
And I be like, "Let's get mo' bitches"
Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches
Stop lettin' the messy hoes mess with your business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney
Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B'gosh
Smokin on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh
I-I-I do me
No, I do three
At a T-I-M-E
Why when we
Say we Young Mula
The bitches leave y'all
And relay run to us
And payday comes sooner
Than later 'round here
And you see my sharks
Like they got some bait around here
Hey, you better stop the hate around there
Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there
Yeah, you see it in my face, I don't care
Hold court, hearing, trial, and the case around there
I'm the best thing yet
I know I got that thing wet
Everybody wanna be fly
But don't know where their wings at
Had to pause for a minute
Now I'm right back in it
Like the drawers of the women
On a scale of 1 to 10
And my girl be a 20
My girls so bad
Make a nigga think he's sinnin'
My goons so gritty
My goons is so with me
Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
Gators, Matadors
Baboons, and those Grizzlies
All come out me
When I'm on the micropho-n-e
Mic check, 2, 3
I am different like blue pee
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be
Like a hoopty
Man, the boy been riding
And I ain't gassed up, cause I'm more like a hybrid
You think I'm stuntin', but no, I'm just surviving
And I've been here, but my soul is just arriving
Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin
No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing
Medication free
And for meditation we
Smoke some better tasting weed
That you'll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R-P
As a tack
Hotter than
Riding through the desert on a camel back
I done been
Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped
I ain't lying
I can do whatever if I'm planning that
So I got my guns, let's dance like FannyPack
And we cook the hard, cut the soft
And bring the whammies back
Mafio, bitch, where your motherfucking family at?
Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back
All up in another nigga's woman, I be ramming that
Seeing through these see-through niggas like they're laminate
Hip-hop so contaminate
I swear, just examine it
And I'm such a philanthropist
The God to these Evangelists
I dress all Los Angeles
But I love Miami though
I act so New Orleans
Yes, I go Pistachios
That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me
And the bitches is so at me
And you know what they throw at me, ha
No Ceilings

Jeremy Allen, Shelton Martin, Melvin Vernell

The duration of Watch My Shoes is 4:39 minutes and seconds.