Tesla

Eastside, I do this
New phone, man, who dis
Niggas plottin' behind my back
I'll crucify that Judas
Pop off, so ruthless
Top gone, so roofless
I ball hard on my sad days
Still eatin' good, Bluefish

Fuck what these lame niggas want from me
Talkin' that shit but I bet they don't come for me
Call it a race but I bet they gon' run from me
Call me Big Papa, these niggas like sons to me
Whippin' in summertime
That's double heated
Like that car type double seated
Like that bra size double d'd
Imma eat it
Overloaded shit ain't sweet no sugar coated
Boy spit crack no baking soda
Black slave master whippin' yola
Take a bitch, flip her over
Give her dick and i overdose her
Break her back like bruce wayne, keep dimes on me like loose change
And i bet she let the whole crew bang
PLD is a masterpiece PLD probably smash a freak, man
Teo eat, the whole family eatin' no question
Stackin' up my blessings
And I ain't stopping this dream chase until the whole family
Push teslas
Yes sir



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Writer(s): Matéo The Artisan
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