[Verse 1: Jody Fontaine]
I'm a five-star nigga with a big bag
I've been gettin' big cake so they big mad
If the offer lookin' decent, tell 'em hit Brad
But if it's not enough digits, don't send that
20 years young, thinkin' 'bout a bankroll
Been a minute since they had me on the payroll
Still stackin' paper never was the main goal
I been writin' since my doppelganger dropped Peso
Never stoppin', tell the club haters they should lay low
Task force shit get you bodied, what you play for
Cult followin', they attackin' if we say so
Been wildin', my tongue shootin' like a Draco
Kung Pao chicken eatin', but I got space so
Serve me up a side of the bread with the queso
Bandman head full of dreads with the halo
Hit yo momma spot and put his shoes on her table
West side nigga, what's the catch, what's your angle?
Watch a nigga feet leave the floor, Criss Angel
Rip the fuckin' beak off the stork in the middle of New York
Then I make a quick bag off the cradle
I'm a nasty nigga, I read well
You can never catch me nigga, the speed real
Michael Jackson Pepsi sippin', I'm hot headed
Wish a nigga would test me, promise he won't heal
[Chorus: Jody Fontaine]
And my neck too clean, got a head on me
I got A.D.D., I ain't playin' with 'em
She a AG fiend, wanna fuck with the team
Wanna put it on me, I ain't playin' with 'em
Her mouth, her neck, her back
My whip, my hip, my dash
My lip too slick, my bad
My shit, go schiz', you mad
And my neck too clean, got a head on me
I got A.D.D., I ain't playin' with 'em
She a AG fiend, wanna fuck with the team
Wanna put it on me, I ain't playin' with 'em
Her mouth, her neck, her back
My whip, my hip, my dash
My lip too slick, my bad
My shit, go schiz', so fast
[Verse 2: BabyBoy]
I'm sorry for screamin'
A deer in the sky where the angels are beamin'
The lights in the eyes, positivity gleamin'
She must be mine, she swallowed the semen
Her dad don't like me, face to the cement
Sorry papa dear, got her butt to the ceiling
You hate me, bitch, it's a mutual feelin'
They gon' pay Jody for rappin'
Benji for singin' and Baby for cappin'
They gon' pay [censored] for trappin'
Manny for shootin', and Jamie for blastin'
They gon' pay AG for movin'
Makin' a movement, you know how we do it
[Interlude]
Fuck my bad, my bad, my bad, my bad
[Chorus: Jody Fontaine]
And my neck too clean, got a head on me
I got A.D.D., I ain't playin' with 'em
She a AG fiend, wanna fuck with the team
Wanna put it on me, I ain't playin' with 'em
Her mouth, her neck, her back
My whip, my hip, my dash
My lip too slick, my bad
My shit, go schiz', you mad
And my neck too clean, got a head on me
I got A.D.D., I ain't playin' with 'em
She a AG fiend, wanna fuck with the team
Wanna put it on me, I ain't playin' with 'em
Her mouth, her neck, her back
My whip, my hip, my dash
My lip too slick, my bad
My shit, go schiz', so fast
COLUMBIA was written by AG Club & Baby Boy & Jody Fontaine.
COLUMBIA was produced by VLADISSXXUMI.
That song was made right after we had a call with the record label [of the same name]. It was at the beginning of all this crazy shit, so we made a song about how we were feeling. A lot of label shit was happening and we were consumed by all those feelings of being discovered.
– AG Club, i-D