(Dy Krazy) Yellow tape, I
life's great (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, ice skate (yeah, yeah)
slatt, slatt (ATL Jacob) (yeah, yeah)
Twenty cars, matte black (yeah,
Surfin' at the Ritz Carlton
Tinted pink hoes (poof, poof) (yeah, yeah)
Oxycontin what I piss (yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
Flip it to the dog like a dish (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
Accept the loss before I quit
(Accept the loss before I
I bought her Ruth Chris (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
Got cake, mate (yeah, yeah)
Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate (woo)
Got cups, mate (woo, ooh), no fucks,
Give no fucks, mate (woo, fucks,
mate), I'm up, mate (woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)
It's up, mate, I buck, mate (yeah, yeah)
Got cups, mate, (woo) no fucks,
mate, let's fuck, mate (woo)
Fucked my classmate (woo), fuck, shit,
(Or suck that shit, let's splash,
Smokin' on loud, we don't be
fuckin' around with y'all
One time mission, yeah yeah
We prepare first and then Columbine
Trench coat, under a nigga's sleeve
wipe his nose (pussy ass nigga)
Wipe his nose, (slatt) wipe his
Wipe his nose, (wipe your nose, slatt) wipe
his nose (slatt, wipe his nose)
Wipe his nose, (wipe your nose), wipe
Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it
I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck (woo, yeah, yeah)
Chuggin' it down, I'm smokin' a pound,
I'm fuckin' around (yeah, yeah)
we don't be fuckin' around with y'all
What's up, mate? (Woo) got the blicky, featherweight
Got the cash, I bake the cake,
(woo) aye, what's brackin', mate? (Woo)
I just snipe her, mate, (woo)chain on hy drate,
Get no sleep, mate, (woo) I'm geeked, mate,
pushin' weight, outta shape (yeah, yeah)
I'm a fuckin' devil (yeah, yeah)
not no Ric Flair medal (woo, yeah, yeah)
I done gotta run it back, you heard what
Gunna tell 'em (yeah, yeah)
Put my diamonds in a bowl, that
Bitch wanna hit her a lick,
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch wanna suck on the dick,
Bitch wanna get her a brick,
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
Bitch wanna fuck on a rich
Bitch wanna fuck on the clique
Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it
Step on the floor, now I'm lit (woo)
Wipe his nose, wipe her nose
Kick her door, kick the road (woo)
bend her over (woo, woo, woo)
Then you buy that bitch a brand new Range Rover (woo, woo,
I can't talk, I barely could say,
Count a M and count another one,
Fuck that shit, I en ter the lot to,
woo, woo (fuck it, yeah, yeah)
half and another (woo, woo,
I can never be a facade, relative (woo,
Up to the sky with my mom,
brothers (woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
They let it hit from the side, they were all cut ters (woo, woo,
fuck her good, make her try voodoo
Hood nigga, paid in full,
What's poppin' lady? I come from the
trenches, we pray for a brick
lady? Bitches love a nigga's accent (woo,woo)
Pain pills, codeine, hy dro,
pullin' kick doors (woo, woo)
Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin',
Sloppy toppy, keep it neat
One, two, three, I got freaks
And my Spanish ting, she bad like
I crushed up an X pill in her
Fifty round clip, got my Draco
I should, I should teach drug
Margiela ten toes (ooh, ooh)
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