Renegade by ThMikyMou$ Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bitch you just a squirrel, tryna get a nut
Bout to set it off like I dropped a can of 7-UP
Niggas trying to get with us, part of my conglomerate
Don’t talk to me ‘less you talking bout a profit bitch
Mobbin like a FOB and shit, chillin on a boat hoe
Bengy’s just a chase so I’m banking on a boatload
Hit it like it’s smash bros, coins like it’s Mario
Niagra fallin pussy so you know she from Ontario
But I’m talking pesos, so get up out my face and come match my pace bro
Work Out, but I ain’t talking bout that J.Cole
Gassed up, but I ain't talking bout that Maaco
[Verse 2]
All my niggas eatin like we bought the whole restaurant
Took her to the hills yeah I call that Upper Echelon
Girl what kinda dress you want?
Oh you think I’m flexing huh?
New whip or new chick? Either way I’m winning bruh
Soft-Serve, imposters, acting Kevin Kostner
Niggas playing hard but they soft, mattress toppers
Oh you holding heat? Well I’m riding in a chopper
Chilling in the cockpit, eating Red-Lobster
Now for my boy Zeb, chilling up north with the nappy ass head
Better Humboldt out my damn mentions
You a broke boi Zeb, now that’s a bread-end
Bitch you just a squirrel, tryna get a nut
Bout to set it off like I dropped a can of 7-UP
Niggas trying to get with us, part of my conglomerate
Don’t talk to me ‘less you talking bout a profit bitch
Mobbin like a FOB and shit, chillin on a boat hoe
Bengy’s just a chase so I’m banking on a boatload
Hit it like it’s smash bros, coins like it’s Mario
Niagra fallin pussy so you know she from Ontario
But I’m talking pesos, so get up out my face and come match my pace bro
Work Out, but I ain’t talking bout that J.Cole
Gassed up, but I ain't talking bout that Maaco
[Verse 2]
All my niggas eatin like we bought the whole restaurant
Took her to the hills yeah I call that Upper Echelon
Girl what kinda dress you want?
Oh you think I’m flexing huh?
New whip or new chick? Either way I’m winning bruh
Soft-Serve, imposters, acting Kevin Kostner
Niggas playing hard but they soft, mattress toppers
Oh you holding heat? Well I’m riding in a chopper
Chilling in the cockpit, eating Red-Lobster
Now for my boy Zeb, chilling up north with the nappy ass head
Better Humboldt out my damn mentions
You a broke boi Zeb, now that’s a bread-end