Excuse Me Lyrics
[Bridge]
Yeah
Dale Earnhardt, I be fucking up the road
Smell like car parts, I be fucking up the stove
I smell pussy, I be fucking on some hoes
I seen that nigga change when it’s money on the floor
Aye
You tell me
Am I rapping or it’s real?
All my beef
Is they napping or they dead?
My phone beat, think it’s tapping from the feds
All eyes on me, bitch I’m in traffic till I’m dead
[Verse 1]
Lil Eastside nigga plug Wyoming down to Berk
You gone come up short long as you put the clieo first
Kentucky straight, we gone see about Ohio first
Before I rapped my first verse, I had my middle school at worst
Aye
Found out my bitch was chilling with this other nigga
I’ve been cheating for some months, I’m still fucking with her
Right amount of notes, get a e-way of this coke
In that water I’m a float
Slide down Edlie through the snow
Wrist screaming blow me
.40 screaming shoot me
I did a million views, all the rats said I was boujee
Niggas screaming get a bag, that’s because of us
And we ain’t seeing eye to eye, cause you ain’t touched enough
Nigga
I’ll go that way with that choppa nigga
You hear louder of the snake that’s on my collar nigga
I can stop and give praise, I ain’t stopping nigga
Cause done lived out the dreams of a lot of niggas
[Hook]
Excuse me nigga
Don’t be starring at this jewelry nigga
I’m kind of stiff cause the tool is sticking
Before I leave, I be done blew a nigga
Don’t be stupid nigga
Excuse me bitch
Is you gone stare or is you gone choose a dick
I’m just tryna fuck, I ain’t the coolest bitch
So don’t be saying that I’m rude and shit
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Lil stupid bitch
[Bridge]
Dale Earnhardt, I be fucking up the road
Smell like car parts, I be fucking up the stove
I smell pussy, I be fucking on some hoes
I seen that nigga change when it’s money on the floor
Aye
You tell me
Am I rapping or it’s real?
All my beef
Is they napping or they dead?
My phone beat, think it’s tapping from the feds
All eyes on me, bitch I’m in traffic till I’m dead
[Verse 2]
I hit 3 out of every 5 bitches in Detroit
Enough about these broke hoes, y’all get the point
What you need?
Hit me up, I deliver boy
I make them blues move from Lexington to Livernois
Golden son chilling
Gary cool, I ain’t loitering
Shit ain’t on the floor
Gotta chop it up, order this
Pull up on Shawn, you want pound of the noisness
See you slide down
Hunnid rounds, you ain’t avoid them
Lawyer money stashed, I’m so ready for that
Rocks too big for a razor, it’s machetes for that
Mook told me these niggas way better at rap
How some niggas take yo shit then sale you it back
Bitch
Hella love from them crackheads
Hit you with that choppa
You don’t die, bitch you better act dead
Hella love when them packs in
You ain’t got a job, call me up and get a bag in
[Hook]
Excuse me nigga
Don’t be starring at this jewelry nigga
I’m kind of stiff cause the tool is sticking
Before I leave, I be done blew a nigga
Don’t be stupid nigga
Excuse me bitch
Is you gone stare or is you gone choose a dick
I’m just tryna fuck, I ain’t the coolest bitch
So don’t be saying that I’m rude and shit
Lil stupid bitch
[Bridge]
Dale Earnhardt, I be fucking up the road
Smell like car parts, I be fucking up the stove
I smell pussy, I be fucking on some hoes
I seen that nigga change when it’s money on the floor
Aye
You tell me
Am I rapping or it’s real?
All my beef
Is they napping or they dead?
My phone beat, think it’s tapping from the feds
All eyes on me, bitch I’m in traffic till I’m dead
