Lyrics:
That kitty too good, I just might cash out a Benz
Yeah
I just might Louis the bag for her and her friends
Yeah
Say she want love for the night, but its
clips
Gun long as legs on Bol Bol (brrr)
Young shooter with a old soul
Put it to your head, then he blow holes (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Only time
Even charge for round 2 though true though
Do look good in bathing suit's though
N-IC-E with the ahi tuna
Then tune up at Equinox
Working on quads,
Wheels of the life
Passing by so quickly
I'm not younger, anymore
My ugly beard doesn't lie
Watch the days drawing you skin
Some days good and some
Especially ?? that's what the clique is
People say yo madchild, that white boy the sickest
Ridiculously particular, kickin dust up
We're definitly the next
blow
Not the kind you find in a line, so
The only freeze you receive is a cold
Current that gives you goose bumps when I roll
Those who weren't aware
surrender (Never) I'm the last style bender
Rough around the edges I don't play it by the book
Never played by the book
Niggas scared why they shook
'Cause
a saint but hail saint laurent
This ain’t just for front we
Do bird off drive by
I blow a bag swerve off a fly ride
Shit now I got this bitch
She should be
what I like u to do
So lets do this
I'm me everyday who you is
Hes big boy and I'm a cut the fool
So they put a big blow
Yeah I got swag and I run
some hell, celebratin' our senior year
we had a trash bag full of cloths and a suitcase full of beers
We got pulled over by the Alabama state patrol
Do I look like a slut?
Uh-huh.
Shut up.
You know, I don't understand why everyone keeps calling us sluts.
Me neither, I'm a good girl.
Yeah,
Do I look like a slut?
Uh-huh.
Shut up.
You know, I don't understand why everyone keeps calling us sluts.
Me neither, I'm a good girl.
Yeah,
riding round in a foreign you know I’m a zoomer
All my songs are hits how I ain’t blow up yet
You went to school with the kid I know why you upset
She
the coming all I did was prep
That's how the youngin' got so good at this
I had to work, get up off my butt
I'm good cause mom put her foot in it
I had
To run to perfect lives
but youve changed and boy i cannot take it
minute by minute
a love sweet love
i dont get why you haven't had enough
second by
2020 was a goddamn joke, least that what it felt like
Had a lot of motherfuckers showing true colors
Had to tighten up the belt right (Tighten up
people said I'd never make it they can't stand me
Wait till I blow up and they all gone fucking stan me
Shit that sound familiar
We all tryna stack them
I'm that dread head, with a little scruff
Looking smooth boy, cause times been rough
You still hating? Well that's enough
I'm feeling way too good
to blow
Straight from the D where it snow
Im from the Mill
Finger blue countin up bills
Now livin hollywood thrills
How is this real?
Blew up and made it
Yo it's the Major League right now ya know
Aye mean shark Major general
GH listen
Cause you could be 10 awards up
Or have a bag of war-dubs
But when
lookin' up to God i don't stress
I got real street niggas on my side
Turnt young nigga
I'll blow a hundred like it's tissue
Every nigga with me got some
on the very first day, yeah
I was a white boy at a colored school
Always bullied, but loved by a few
Shit was rough
But my bros started coming through, yeah
go off
Alarms blow off
As I carve verses and fire them
I keep my calm
This is my meditation
Not fueled by validation
Mum I got sufficient innovation
put my shoes on
So go and grab your jacket, get your keys
Let's go this my life, and I'm a savage
Watch this kid just blow
I'mma be the one by like
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