(Getta Beats) Stop askin´ for the old Tron, he never left You hipster, aye Aye, aye, aye
Archive hat off the Carmine 6s Tell a bitch I need space like the hard drive glitched You don´t ever wanna pour up, just part-time sip Tryna win without grind, gon´ have a hard time with it Pull a matte black cat, you think the Dark Knight is I bet they don´t find a trace, I had a smart guy kill him I don´t need the sun dependent and the starlight jet Aye, aye, ShittyBoyz
Life a movie, dog died at the end like "Marley and Me" Finna upgrade ´em, tenth hour, made my Cartis a key
Brand new, ripped her out the box, it´s a Barbie with me Dog $hit Militia, got the gallery army fatigue There is the chocolate factory, that´s the Charlie in me Banner from the juice sets for hittin´ the starry with green Made your bitch hit a note, but she hardly could sing Cuz don´t hit the club, he´d rather go party with fiends On them skits, shit, I´ma read money out the window Thousand-dollar tee, you paid three hundred for that Kenzo Young Tron got you out of three hunnid, shot out Venmo Shoot a loose fold and three dubs out, he got Nintendo
I got the head out his bitch, Pepsi with the Mentos You would think Blood finna score, catch him in the red zone Rob Tronkowski, you can catch me in the end zone Lil´ brodie, he a bipper, catch him on the West Coast Fucked around, found the glitch and made a three of five At El Jorge´s, seven mile, quesadilla time Fine shit, 5´9", I´m finna take the tree and climb Guaranteed diss one of ´em, I´Il make him meet the guy Fuck the high hitting, you don´t wanna make his fever rise Why they tryna keep up? But you gon´ take a breather, right?
Wanna be a wife, but she was made for the eater life Free Unkie, guess that he was makin´ all the fiends too high You ain´t do nothin´ for your bro, just made a tweet about it We´ll drop your granny´s grandson and make her read about it Too conceited, when I´m out, I got a fake arena ´round me Hustleman, stingy on that block, can´t make a G around him Still payin´, I got two words, "Sleepy draws" You would think I work for Best Buy, walkin´ TVs out it My hitman special ed, I gotta re-rerun him You can´t get a pass, it´s a zero on the freebie count
Lil´ cuz playin´ with the white like Jameer Nelson Every time I try, they bite they hand, so I fear help I don´t care if her ass fat, she got a beer belly I will not be surprised if her lane changin´ rear-ends me Super pause, what I do to y´all? Y´all better hate the game, I ain´t even shoot the ball It ain´t even new, fuck chicken, this some rooster talk Bottega is stuck, bust it open, hear a rooster Huh, you don´t even wanna see the stash You could be a toilet seat, still wouldn´t see no ass Why you whiffin´ like an all-star? I done seen your stats
Why you actin´ like that bitch slap? I done seen your tracks Twelve-hour drive, I blew through it, I ain´t need no naps Better back back, I´m aiming right at the peep hole, Jack
(SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM) Archive hat off the Carmine 6s Tell a bitch I need space like the hard drive glitch You don´t ever wanna pour up, just part-time sip Tryna win without grind, gon´ have a hard time with it Pull up matte black cat, you think the Dark Knight is I bet they don´t find a trace, I had a smart guy kill him
I don´t need the sun dependent and the starlight jets
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