shade of grey
Bitch it took a minute to adjust to this shit
White moms don't like that I'm cussing to kids
Kids in my city think they blood or a crip
They posting up pics with a cup full of sip
Blunt full of mids, and it burns when it hit
Like a bird when it shit, it burst on your head
I rob a bitch for her purse instead
Take it personal, then spell a curse for a death
Hop on a beat when I'm coughing up vomit
The beat it be knocking the side of your noggin
I Hershey a hoe like the brand that make chocolate
I'm sparking the popo behind me I toss it
They think that I'm gay I record in my closet
We running a train on your hoe then we vlogging
They think that i got an ill mind like I'm Hopsin
And your boy he don't come around here like the Bunny-man bridge
Throwing out the evidence bloody hand shit
Ain't nun in the world that the money can't fix
She sucking on my dick with the up and down twist
Up and down elevator
Coming down escalator
Gimme brain educator
Mini me jealous hater
Life gimme lemonade, I'm the eliminator
This heat won't escape like its stored in ten containers
He don't want the smoke or the fog or the pressure vapor
I'm hitting from the back like a jammed up pepper shaker
Eat a motherfucker up, saving him for dinner later
This shit off the top, why the fuck I need a pen and paper?
But I ain't finished
Said you got anymore
Start a motherfucking war
Put a pair of gloves on reaching in the oven door
Cooking up shit hot, I'ma go and plug the cord
I'ma go down on this bitch she go upper north
Feel like a ticking time bomb, I got eyes on me
Kids smoking that cannabis to my songs
Now they call me icon
I reply them why, cause I'm the one with the hair that I dyed blonde?
Not really blonde, its a shade of the grey
Like the film where they basically made a bitch gay
Cause he tied her ass up with a string and said "I'm a sadist"
Bitch it took a minute to adjust to this shit
White moms don't like that I'm cussing to kids
Kids in my city think they blood or a crip
They posting up pics with a cup full of sip
Blunt full of mids, and it burns when it hit
Like a bird when it shit, it burst on your head
I rob a bitch for her purse instead
Take it personal, then spell a curse for a death
White moms don't like that I'm cussing to kids
Kids in my city think they blood or a crip
They posting up pics with a cup full of sip
Blunt full of mids, and it burns when it hit
Like a bird when it shit, it burst on your head
I rob a bitch for her purse instead
Take it personal, then spell a curse for a death
Hop on a beat when I'm coughing up vomit
The beat it be knocking the side of your noggin
I Hershey a hoe like the brand that make chocolate
I'm sparking the popo behind me I toss it
They think that I'm gay I record in my closet
We running a train on your hoe then we vlogging
They think that i got an ill mind like I'm Hopsin
And your boy he don't come around here like the Bunny-man bridge
Throwing out the evidence bloody hand shit
Ain't nun in the world that the money can't fix
She sucking on my dick with the up and down twist
Up and down elevator
Coming down escalator
Gimme brain educator
Mini me jealous hater
Life gimme lemonade, I'm the eliminator
This heat won't escape like its stored in ten containers
He don't want the smoke or the fog or the pressure vapor
I'm hitting from the back like a jammed up pepper shaker
Eat a motherfucker up, saving him for dinner later
This shit off the top, why the fuck I need a pen and paper?
But I ain't finished
Said you got anymore
Start a motherfucking war
Put a pair of gloves on reaching in the oven door
Cooking up shit hot, I'ma go and plug the cord
I'ma go down on this bitch she go upper north
Feel like a ticking time bomb, I got eyes on me
Kids smoking that cannabis to my songs
Now they call me icon
I reply them why, cause I'm the one with the hair that I dyed blonde?
Not really blonde, its a shade of the grey
Like the film where they basically made a bitch gay
Cause he tied her ass up with a string and said "I'm a sadist"
Bitch it took a minute to adjust to this shit
White moms don't like that I'm cussing to kids
Kids in my city think they blood or a crip
They posting up pics with a cup full of sip
Blunt full of mids, and it burns when it hit
Like a bird when it shit, it burst on your head
I rob a bitch for her purse instead
Take it personal, then spell a curse for a death
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Writer(s): Kyle Han
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