Long live Jew Shiesty, long live Charmane (Fuelz got that heat) They gon´ have to call 911 after this pickleball game (Simon? Is that Simon?) ShittyBoyz, Dog$hit Militia (That´s Simon)
Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris
Blood on the money, but the pape´ Crip K put a hole in your shoes, call it K-Swiss Peel a top back, on some JFK shit Dead on arrival, we don´t do no ETAs, jit Catch a body way before GTA 6 Glock in my belt, we ain´t on no BTA shit In a bad headspace, gettin´ head in a spaceship Ayy, Dreidelman, watch me shape-shift
Dang, I´m gettin´ rich for sure, the whip game mean in this bitch, but I´ma shift the boat I say, "The GOAT licked my penis," how she givin´ throat Me and Tron playin´ pickleball when we in the yo
Chain do the Cat Daddy while my wrist hit the folks Zero rules in the field we in, we´ll blitz the coach Had to keep your titi off the trap, she gon´ sniff the load Cudi flippin´ bows, sippin´ O´s, and he hittin´ dough I don´t bump yay ´cause the fent´, they put it in the coke Hit the one-way, jumped the fence, and put it in the ´yot How the fuck my Florida plug playin´ in the snow? Get up close like a porn shot, now his ass gonzo Hit the opp, blunt out my nose like I´m Kid Pronto Perkys callin´, bright future, I don´t know Pluto
I went from canned sardines, now I´m eatin´ Crudos
Ayy, why you tryna be like us? Just be you, bro When I´m wrestlin´ with my G´s, you should think sumo Good ping, shot of off one-four-three-two-O How we fit thirty weapons in the three two-doors? When you a champion, it´s only right you rock gold Bullets with the blue tips, you better stop, drop, roll Started off Sierra Mist, but you would think to pop coke OT in the BnB, can´t go out like I´m Pop Smoke You can call me Tron Gotti, turn ´em into John Doe
No mask, Cudi whip the fetty in that pot, throwed Hell nah, that ain´t no pot roast If I throw that hoodie on, you fucked like you dropped soap The bell just rang, you better jot notes Lil´ brodie hit the self scan like Luke Rockhold Lookin´ like a Tin Man, even the socks chrome Literally a heart pumpin´, somethin´ I ain´t got, ho
Opp hoes? Uh-uh, we ´bout to rock shows Booted up, I´m off a ten screet, but I don´t pop those Now I´m at the Birds Street with a flock of hoes Antelope Drac´ with the drum, we play the bongos I-I used to find opps before they dropped los Swung my racket into outer space, no Venus Williams
He got hit up in his leg tryna pop hoes Chopper ate ´em up, not a damn chance, Neen Williams Ayy, Tron, we´ll finish him
Across the US, Broward County up to Michigan I ain´t have a listener, now they just listenin´ I ain´t have a single VS, now they glistenin´ Them boys figulating, I don´t speak fig Latin He a honey baked ham, I caught ´em with the pigs chattin´ The day I met Tron, I knew I´d never quit rappin´ In my prime, in my mode, bitch, I´m in my zone
Dang, I´m gettin´ rich for sure, the whip game mean in this bitch, but I´ma shift the boat
I say, "The GOAT licked my penis," how she givin´ throat Me and Tron playin´ pickleball when we in the yo Chain do the Cat Daddy while my wrist hit the folks Zero rules in the field we in, we´ll blitz the coach Had to keep your titi off the trap, she gon´ sniff the load Cudi flippin´ bows, sippin´ O´s, and he hittin´ dough I don´t bump yay ´cause the fent´, they put it in the coke Hit the one-way, jumped the fence, and put it in the ´yot How the fuck my Florida plug playin´ in the snow? Get up close like a porn shot, now his ass gonzo
Hit the opp, blunt out my nose like I´m Kid Pronto Perkys callin´, bright future, I don´t know Pluto I went from canned sardines, now I´m eatin´ Crudos
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