Eugene 2 (feat. DT T.R.A.P)

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King Baka

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Wait. Wait. What
I was poppin' at Perkz, shorty popped up B
Said she ready to work, sure I know what that mean
Hit me at first like she leadin' the team
Dick made a curse, now you f*ck with a king

Said she like nerds and my name is Eugene. Wait. Ayy
Said she like nerds and my name is Eugene
Live on the drive, we was crackin' the breeze
Nah, you can't trick me off the streets
Nah, you can't trick me out my seat
Probably cause the dope, two seats
Top back, twenty racks with me

Nah, nah, this can't be. She poppin' pills, drinkin' like me
Fell in love after week three. Broke up, both like the G
Floodin' in that kitchen, scary hours. Keep stackin' skies, grape a tower
Skyline paper off the power. Grab the fork, whip it, pop a chowder

Come on baby, f*ck up in the shower. Lick it from the back to count the power
If you from the rap, can't be a coward. Kick the doors, takin' fuckin' hours
Break it down, back it, love the hustle. Flip a pound, you gotta move a muscle
Whip the hard till you broke them knuckles. Slow days, thinkin' life fucked you

Pop me a Perkz, shorty popped up B
Said she ready to work, sure I know what that mean
Hit me at first like she leadin' the team
Dick made a curse, now you f*ck with a king
Said she like nerds and my name is Eugene. Wait. Ayy
Said she like nerds and my name is Eugene
Live on the drive, we just crackin' up grease

Nah, you can't trick me off the streets
Nah, you can't trick me off my seat
Hood, magic, raw technique. Nah, nah, this can't be
She see the cash through my glasses, she don't know my name
She only know me as Eugene
Lil' Jacob Bonner, she lovin' them things
Just cause I got cash, I can't buy you a ring

I'ma beat up the cat, I'm inside of the ring. I don't mean to be abusive
Shit that we drop to exclusive
She always complain like Yusa. Steady doin' shit on YouTube
I be stackin' cash, I'm coolin'
Bitch, I drip no smoothie. When I hit the scene, they droolin'
I'm cold with this ice on. Shinin' on these niggas, they thinkin' the lights on
French lights and pass on

F*ck all the opps, they be teamin' up. Hop on the scene, I'm clean as f*ck
Pop me a pill, tell them beat me up. I'm an alien, can't see me, bruh
Broke-ass nigga wanna beat me, bruh
Nigga, that's tough. Weird-ass hoes doin' weird-ass stuff
I don't want your bitch, why you think I want her

Get shot in your face, now you fallin' back
You lucky you survived me, it's garlic test
All these hoes be callin' back. If it ain't about cash, ain't with all of that

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