Pale jeans, but the pop look like Thon Maker Go and check the leaderboards, I´m the top player
Sosa with the short dreads, I´m a thot breaker Quagen got me catchin´ Z´s, catch me out in lala land Cherry poppers, boba tea, I´m with the zaza man Lil´ cuddy eatin´ off the apples like Carlito Tour stop in Nashville, done fucked around and saw Starlito Tryna be a rapper, you can´t even buy a beat Tryna be a rapper, you can´t even buy the lease Why the fuck you buy the shirt if you can´t buy the sneaks? Catch a flight OT, I´m tryna get high in peace I got murder on my mind, burner on my side I don´t usually blow Cookie, but the Berner´s get me high Y´all a burger and some fries, you and your mans If it´s ever rap beef, it´s fuck you and your fans
Ain´t no tryna double back, it´s fuck you and your chance The second it goes up, it´s fuck you and your family Fuck you and your auntie, fuck you and your granny Fuck you and your daddy Lookin´ at the wall at the crib, all I´m missin´ is a GRAMMY Loadout got completed, I was missin´ just a Banshee They can´t get me out the booth The way I´m standin´ on the business, they can´t get me out the suit Finna surprise the world again, they know what Jimmy ´bout to do They be duckin´ when they see us, ´cause we really ´bout to shoot
Where you end up in life, shit, that´s really up to you Got a hundred things to say, but ain´t got fifty bucks with you? Chains full of ice cubes, you ever seen a dead body? Tryna be a funny guy, why you tryna Redd Foxx me? We gon´ fuck around and headshot him Fuck hoes, drift whips, shoot blicks Smoke dope, sip drank, shoot trips Stack pros, make more, move bricks And I still scam on the side, I got ten hobbies Every day of the week, I got a bag Every month of the year, I gotta stack Boy, do you got a strap? You ain´t gotta act You ain´t gotta cap, you ain´t gotta hat, boy Where the fuck you at, boy? Me, Glock, and fap-fap, we ridin´ past Joy, we just left Press
Hit her with the dick, she needs a week bedrest I learned two Perc´ 10s equals less stress The more time lollygaggin´ equals less motion It ain´t never been the block, they on the ´net posted I might get this ho a pendant out of Hutch, her neck golden Ooh, I mean cold, shit, her neck frozen Don´t get bamboozled When I´m feelin´ bougie, shit, I eat lamb noodles We pits, you a damn Poodle I can sense when the love genuine Said you tryna make a dub, hit the store, I´ll send you in Miyamoto Usagi, my jack jumpin´ like a rabbit, catchin´ plays is a hobby You ain´t ready for the wave, was raised to play in tsunamis
That shit fucked me up when you left, don´t be sayin´ you got me
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam This shit forever, live from the Lab