Harp Track

Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo

Bitch don't even try to diss me
Instead kiss me, on my ass please
I'd break you in a minute, wipe you out like a sneeze
Achoo, choo

Stay in your lane, while me and Vesebe
Represent the name, got piss in your brain
It's g-town bro, smokers get dope
Goodbye to all bitches who's all about the pictures

We runnin' the streets
Stabbin' all the freeks
Get down on your knees
While we show how to read

Goddammit
Goddammit, goddammit
Goddammit, goddammit, goddammit

It's harp track, steppin' in the mac
Make sure you know your path
While we show you how to act
Release the poltergeist and make it your own reply
Now it's time to say goodbye, goodbye

Cocaïno, c'est le Roi Heenok
C'est la nouvelle tendance

What you looking at boo
Feeling like Scooby-Doo
I just need some clue
I'm coming with the crew

I don't feel so good
Iron-Man be like hell na, na na ya
Mystery Machine, that's my car
Thots slayer, that's my job

You can run from me, but you can't hide from these murdering beats
Mothafucka come get some, yeah

Shaggy in the backseat
Velma in the frontseat
I just need to bust a nut real quick
Hope he doesn't mind

I'm not like those wack ass teens
I might be seventeen, but have you ever seen my little peen

You only gotta hang along with the lil monk monthly
You'll be ready for the song, ride along
I'm really sober, so no hangover
I spit that shit like a lawn fucking mower

Now we 'bout to end this shit
Vesebe and WiLLMOR
Are now your fav' lil pricks, sheesh

Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo



Credits
Writer(s): William Morin
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