Lyrics:
diarrhea drugs
Wonder why it's here, well shrug
Hells yeah it's bugged
And it gets bugged'er by the minute
Question: will the frankenfoods kill us?
Or turn
a Roley
I stand here in my Boy Better Know tee
Not surprised by nothing you show me
Never been arrested, never had a Co-D
But I'm as real as it gets, blud,
cyy, always moving with a bounce
Scaling baggies by the ounce
Table filled with large amounts
Hard to even keep count, yeah
Check the interior, nothing's
I'm a real blockbuster
Ask me from my hood, I'm a real street sweeper
We don't pull up at your house and face reality
We don't do the drive by, all we
myself
We going live just keep the addy low
By the time I post a pic it was a week ago
We dubbing way more ngas than ngas having hoes
I'm having way more
left demons slayed by a swordsman
Portals start warping, now my wards are happy campers
Stanza ain't got a hook, fills the sketchbook of a ranter
and knees I cannot finish
Tatts tatts, on my fuckin body, like a menace
Smokin by the pound
Lean lean, double cup right now
Green bean, knock your hoe till
just wanna be like you
G, it all started, we was young
Me and my brother tryna have some fun
Knew that we was different, by age fifteen I could shoot
a taste of this life, co-d (can't have a taste of this life)
Got a phone and put the weight on it
I made some money and they fuckin' hate on me
I carry
the zoots by ounce"
Swear the tracks so loud, grab your tickets
Get the tour sold out
I put ten bags up on the table
Fuck the label, got the COD loadout
to nie jest CoD
Ty z ojcem na spacerze z młotkiem gracie w God of War
Każdy w necie urwis Wiecie gdzie te dziki są
Będę was gonił kurwy przez 3 serie Mów
love? Yeah, you're meant to be my co-d (summer)
Smilin' faces, deep inside, I'm dyin' slowly (usually, I don't see)
Shout out to my ex
She couldn't
a home down by a pond.
I'd make you a good mate - I love to cook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.
On old Cape Cod, it blows a gale.
I'll be Jonah. You be
got porters and lobbies (what?)
Eat black cod and golf is my hobby (on my life)
Baby, don't act like that
Why you gotta hate on the trap like that?
right by my side telling me I'll be fine
When my own group tried to treat me like Syd Barrett
You got me cleaned up, let me stay with your parents
Yo ayo, she look me in my
Eyes when she suckin' it
Told her I would never trust another bitch
Gave her all the hunnids in the money clip
By my side,
off ting
Took big, big risk in a Honda Civ
My OT block is Tobago hot
So I told cuz, "Chop all your cainrows off"
Askar blocked us right by the Costa
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