Lyrics:
Will you please take your seats
And clear the isle
Mic check
I be doing things on my own, and ain't no need for a mentor
Girls want to see me
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
to wreck
[Verse 3: SPM]
Money and the power, glass on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like
was a bad bad, nevertheless
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck
Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck
Thinkin' in a bad way, losin' your grip
sons I love while I got the chance
Life is clear as a window when you get by your past
Always beauty in the pains like mosaic glass
So let me tell them
your room in isolation
Amount of shit inside your mouth is verbal constipation
One sec, I'll make the hit pop
Then house DJ's think I'm shit hot
I'll do
I'm a G.O.A.T in the roadster, sandlot
Big dawg, baseball, sniffin' 'til your face off
Only makin' short stops, the Apple call me A-Rod
This is
I sit here alone everyday
Everyday at my window, my living room window
Thinkin' 'bout you
I watch the kids as they play
What happened to Nintendo?
time, and now I'm free
I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop
I will not stop, I won't be dropped by the cops
I'm bad, understand me with
of a county two-lane
When I came upon a wreck on the highway
There was blood and glass all over
And there was nobody there but me
As the rain tumbled down
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
not talking carrots
Locked in my room getting so high
I'll make it soon that's no lie
You cannot wait for something to happen watching the days go by
like such a big event
What we all call the Carroll County accident
The wreck was on the highway just inside the line
Walter Browning lost his life
like such a big event
What we all call the Carroll County accident
The wreck was on the highway just inside the line
Walter Browning lost his life
an Australian bitch suckin' my
Dick but she did
It because of the green in my pocket
She yellin' Hopsin
"Your dick is so fuckin' big
I can barely fit it in
To get
You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard
I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you
lightening bugs on my windshield
That back road, no cops found and I'm sipping on that hot brown
I wreck shit, my motto, got rednecks by the truckload
That
all about survival God
(You know the epilogue by James Todd)
Put your life on the line, you running out of time
The coroner's calling, she know she
but I'm still on my Rick stage (yeah)
I'm sure your Rollie's gold but it's not no big face (ay)
Bitch you know I know where the brick stay, yeah, I
Ooh (yeah, hello, be quiet)
Ooh (Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Ooh (big bad bitches, big bad, Lil Uzi) (I'm working on dying)
(Yeah) ooh
Uh, uh,
the mother-friggin' Midwest
Lift your shirt up and let me see them big breasts
We molest girls three times a day, three times a night
I got Jeep fulls of criminal
bad-bad, nevertheless
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck
Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck
Thinkin' in a bad way, losin' your grip
Screamin' at my
beckon as they claw throughout your mind
Spiralling up, never wanting it to end
Enlightenment comes, spiritually transformed
Dragged back down, the room
[CHORUS:]
Ridin blowin big sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop by on your block and wreck faces
Slammin door's open spaces looking good standing
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