Your ho hit me with that hawk tuah (Hawk tuah) This white boy don´t miss, you would swear you saw Luka
Maison Mihara´s or the Ricky´s, I don´t walk Puma Lock your lips and throw the keys unless you tryna talk mula It´s impossible for me to love, might need a heart replacement My bitch keep on asking me for Van Cleef and Carti´ bracelets Thousand somethin´ shots, you would think we came from army bases You would think my shooter work for Maaco, all the cars he painted It´s so much more to talk about than killing opps Like how I just dropped a four and then killed my pop R.I.P., I popped a RP and killed her twat Finally went and got a lil´ gun, you a killer now? Huh? You need to kill it, dude
Plug said he out of za, he just killed my mood I be damned to go out here and buy Gorilla Glue You a chimp, you´ll never know how us gorillas move If ballin´ was a crime, I´d get lethal injection You are not a demon IRL, I got evil detection Blew it every time he made it, ain´t make a single investment Fiend tryna get high, don´t care if his needle infected Billionaire studios, this ain´t no Boys Club Actin´ like he totin´ fully, wouldn´t shoot a toy gun Cuddy had a brick to get off every time his ´Droid rung Cough two holes in ´em, what I smoke destroys lungs Turn right back around, like why this store full of Kenzo?
Bust on your bitch face like a Coke full of Mentos Why you even sippin´ drank, got a Coke full of yellow? Barely fans in the crowd, doggy show full of echoes I be high as hell forgettin´, so my notes full of memos Too friendly to be mine, that lil´ ho full of "Hello"´s I can´t have no bitch that be sayin´ hey to everyone All the hoes eaters nowadays, ain´t no ride-or-dies When it´s time to go and get back, you gon´ slide or cry? Light ´em up and give him wings, somethin´ like a firefly
If you ain´t all ears while I talk, turn to Iron Mike Talkin´ ´bout I´m ass? I got word, ratio Tryna do everything I do, call him baby bro Got fellatio from your ho, she just ate me whole Ballin´ in my ones, MJ back in ´84 Crazy, I might hear myself, turnin´ on the radio Bitches playin´ roles, you would think that life HBO Brodie ridin´ ´round hot as hell like his AC broke Saw the TRX, now the fans tryna chase me home Flyer than Peter Pan, but I´ll probably never land Reachin´ in my bag, Pearl Jam, get a severed hand Six figures for the nautilus with the leather band You could play a game of chess on these Louis checkered pants
You down to ten dollars tryna win a scratch-off P-U-A had you up, like how it get to that, dog? Accurate with F&N, can knock a pimple patch off Every whip was modded, never rode in simple Trackhawks Gang tappin´ heads, it ain´t duck, duck, goose
Brrt (Ha) Had your ho vacuum up the whole crib and I got sucked up too Your baby face like Ray, I hit the puff-puff, oop You can´t hit this
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