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Akachi on the beat Alright, one take this Red lean look like Cliiiford Look, uh Joey, he go dummy on the beat cause he's a monster M.O.B. is money over bitches, I'm a mobster I just ate filet mignon and it came with some pasta Akachi on the beat, it's kickin' like we his father You is an importer, I'll just let you know now If you on some fake shit, niggas gettin' four rounds I don't give a fuck though, I'm still in the Benzi Countin' up the Benji's, like Edna, I'm not friendly Mr. Incredible, I feel like Mr Incredible Why? Cause I'm flexin', bro You cannot run it up Me, I be dancin' like Dash, do the dash in a Bentley truck You cannot fuck with me I got too much power, I feel like I'm Jack-Jack Came from the school of rock, but no, I'm not talkin' movies with Jack Black, uh Throw it back, hella ass, it's fat Hit it from the back, tell let me smack, look Where is my super suit? Niggas talk shit then we shoot at you My nigga shock you, like Pikachu Recope myself, I don't need a [?] SongtexteI feel like Dash, I'ma run It up Frozone wrist through the Rollie up Jack Jack nigga with the haircut Syndrome with it better back up Prolly show a nigga how to gas tho My bitch Mirage cause she bad though Playin' around why you mad though I feel like Edna I chill at the pad though Bitch where the fuck is my super suit She fuck with me but she talk to you She prolly tell you she love you The funny thing she call me Mr. Incredible Flexing up, hella bruh I feel like Mr. Incredible In love with me, she regret it though You wanna beef but I’m all bout my lettuce though, uh My whip is black, sweet like [?], uh Mr. Incredible back, I am the boy with the motherfuckin' pack, uh Mr. Incredible back, I am the boy with pack, uh, used to be flippin' them sacks, over Aus Songtexte Mania