Here We Go Again

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I just might ride with your bitch
Told her I loved her, lyin' like shit
I'm still boolin' tho, bleedin' concrete
Snortin' Oxys, feeling God body like, "Who gon' stop me now?"
Runnin' 'round while blowin' pound after pound
See me now? Get hip, get it now
I'm gone 'til November, got into pickin' pockets kinda often
Big-ass gas bag

Passenger side of the Cadillac, seat slightly sat back
On my side, I got my Baghdad
Hotel hoppin', bombin' back, back
Dynamite in the Gucci knapsack
Ruckus in the church, Jesus meet this heathen, he kinda hurt
Buzzin', I'm loud
Never stoppin' 'til they stick me in the dirt

Took a Benzo, wrote a manifesto
Young hot-boy, straight from the ghetto
Yung $carecrow dyin' where the wind blows
Cutthroat motherfucker robbin' when my ends low, yuh
$outh $ide $uicide, wanna ride in the Caddy like do or die
Formaldehyde leakin', drippin' all down my eyes
Terrified when you see me creepin' in the night

Ride like No Limit in '96
Stunt like I'm Wayne on Tha Carter VI
Now I got money to get a fix
Now my old ex wanna be my bitch, what?
This that motherfucking gospel
Kanye, I'm a motherfuckin' monster
Cock back, put the barrel in your tonsil
$uicide, bitch, we the council

Yung $now spent a fat check
Pull up 'cause I'm pickin' up a ho' in a black dress
Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type-O on the hatchet
Match the hunnid spokes, when I whip it lookin' like the Cadillac bent
Looking like a car accident, spilled my guts and I spilled my cup
Lean on my liver, I ain't sippin' it up

Hollow out a fuckboy skull, so I can sip in peace, my G
Don't follow me 'cause bad shit happens
With Germ and $lick, that makes three
Sad to see these casualties, they lack the seeds, no matchin' me
These bags of weed, yeah, that's for free
We trash the scene, no gasoline (lean)

Lean



Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Jason R Antoine, Scott Arceneaux
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