Butane Shii
Oh yeah, Welcome
Sixteen type shit, yeah oou
Back and forth, back and forth, hey
Back and forth, back and forth, hey
Kick, Kick flip, hit a bit
What they talk, talk shit
Yeah I run to the top, top hits, OOU
"TOP HITS"
Now I drop, drop this
Ion give a fuck, yeah
Grab the wristwatch now clock this, OOU
Yeah I'm trippin over, all the people try to forget
Yeah I'm fucking running to the top of these here fucking hits
Now I'm fucking running out here and I'm feeling 16
On the mother fucking wrist and I just try to pop this shit, OOU
Yeah I'm livid, yeah I'm living
Now I feel like Scottie Pippen swishing threes
And they just try get the fucking kicks, and they just getting back
They just running out here, now they try to play
Yeah I'm baking all the cakes, in the fucking oven
Now I'm getting blazed
Why they fucking talk, smoking some more green
Now I pull the glock, bitch you fucking heat
Everytime I flip it, OOU OOU
Now I fucking flip it, OOU OOU
Get another stack,Now we trip it, OOU OOU
Running to the top of the hits, now we clash
I don't give a fuck, facts
Running to fast now I clash, OH OH
Now I run, now I fucking dash, OH OH
Making twenty racks on the clash, OH OH
Now I fucking run through the class, straight A, thats facts
Yeah run atop this shit now I smash
I don't give a fuck, yeah I fucking tote a bag
Yeah I fucking run it up
heart attack, aim it at my face
Now I fucking get it back
What they talk, now I trap
Tar Trap, oh yeah
Smack that bat oou,
Toe tap on the mother fucking blacktop, thats facts, oou oou
Facts, do the dash now I'm getting fiffty
I don't give a fuck because I'm making the hundreds and then im Blitty
Feeling, like I'm flying through the sky
What they want, feel it in a wraith
Now I'm taking time, baby you'd never chase
Ion give a fuck feeling number nine, devil number thats a fact
Ion give a fuck yeah, never clap back, toe tap on the TD
Whats the meaning, throw the heat
What the fuck you say cuz I run it up, everyday
Yeah I'm feeling way to great, OH
I'm just fucking smashing, bitch i'm rolling in a bourbon
They just try to catch me in my face
I don't give a fuck, baby catch the hundreds
Now im fucking riding out here in a race
I'm just on a dark horse
Baby can you fucking chase the hundreds when I play
Now I'm running from the back
Baby you just try to hit me in the face
Now I get it everyday, what they wanting
Bitch you fucking out here in a mother fucking play
Yeah im feeling like a zombie
Cuz I try to fucking bite you in the face
And you just feeling like you fucking running
I don't give a fuck because i'm running out here
With a fucking lighter, you just try to pop it
What the fuck you wanting cuz I light it up
I don't give a fuck because I'm feeling all the hundreds in my double cup, I just fucking sip it up
Feeling different what you talking
Bitch i'm pulling with a glock
I just try to pop it, what they talking
Bitch I stop
I don't give a fuck, but making all the Hundreds
Bitch I flip it up, now we sip it up
Making money hella tough
Now we fucking running out of end of nights, and now we done
Now we gone, rip a bong, what they want
bitch I feel to high, with the mother fucking guys
Now I fucking run, I don't give a fuck
Feeling rock in braille on the necklace, now we boutta drop
Like what's your issue, baby just bless you
Like give you sigils, light up the world
And we just
Blow away, why you have fun
bitch I run up in the motherfucking daycare, AYE
Now I run up, bitch I never stunt, on your motherfucking head
Cuz I run up feeling to great
Yeah,now I fucking get this shit, everyday, cuz I run up
Now I fucking spray on this shit
Going insane with an AK, why they talk bitch, pulling up with a glock
Try to fucking pop it
I don't give a fuck, what the fucking they talk, cuz i'm running up
Bitch you want the love, but you never gave a fuck
So I never stop, yeah, I stay on my grind
Now i'm taking my time, like easing the pain
Yeah I take novocaine easing my pain
What do they want baby I go insane
So I just gotta get onto my flow
And baby we just stop it at the cold world
What do they really want
I am just having fun
They all just look at me
Baby i just get it
I dont switch up
Cuz im riding the ripstick
And i am just doing a mufukkin backflip
And you cannot understand me
Or the thoughts that are dwelling
All because of what you had said
I am just letting you go
I will just chill it with bros
I don't give fuck, nope
We off butane shii
Yeah I run it up
Now i'm on this whack shii
Yeah I fucking get it everyday
Now im in the night
Like the wolf Howling at the moon real bright
Yeah, look up at the stars, in that wraith
Now i'm taking time, baby you just chase
wanna gain respect, take a hit to the face
Now i wanna blow up, like I go to outer space
Feeling insane and im letting it go and i'm chilling with woes okay
I will just run with my wolves, so I run in a pack,nothing cannot ease onto my pain
Broken apart with no love from the start, and I see that this shit is too much on my brain
Just one more time, to all of my real ones who stuck around, you the ones keeping me sane, yuhh
Sixteen, haha
Sixteen type shit, yeah oou
Back and forth, back and forth, hey
Back and forth, back and forth, hey
Kick, Kick flip, hit a bit
What they talk, talk shit
Yeah I run to the top, top hits, OOU
"TOP HITS"
Now I drop, drop this
Ion give a fuck, yeah
Grab the wristwatch now clock this, OOU
Yeah I'm trippin over, all the people try to forget
Yeah I'm fucking running to the top of these here fucking hits
Now I'm fucking running out here and I'm feeling 16
On the mother fucking wrist and I just try to pop this shit, OOU
Yeah I'm livid, yeah I'm living
Now I feel like Scottie Pippen swishing threes
And they just try get the fucking kicks, and they just getting back
They just running out here, now they try to play
Yeah I'm baking all the cakes, in the fucking oven
Now I'm getting blazed
Why they fucking talk, smoking some more green
Now I pull the glock, bitch you fucking heat
Everytime I flip it, OOU OOU
Now I fucking flip it, OOU OOU
Get another stack,Now we trip it, OOU OOU
Running to the top of the hits, now we clash
I don't give a fuck, facts
Running to fast now I clash, OH OH
Now I run, now I fucking dash, OH OH
Making twenty racks on the clash, OH OH
Now I fucking run through the class, straight A, thats facts
Yeah run atop this shit now I smash
I don't give a fuck, yeah I fucking tote a bag
Yeah I fucking run it up
heart attack, aim it at my face
Now I fucking get it back
What they talk, now I trap
Tar Trap, oh yeah
Smack that bat oou,
Toe tap on the mother fucking blacktop, thats facts, oou oou
Facts, do the dash now I'm getting fiffty
I don't give a fuck because I'm making the hundreds and then im Blitty
Feeling, like I'm flying through the sky
What they want, feel it in a wraith
Now I'm taking time, baby you'd never chase
Ion give a fuck feeling number nine, devil number thats a fact
Ion give a fuck yeah, never clap back, toe tap on the TD
Whats the meaning, throw the heat
What the fuck you say cuz I run it up, everyday
Yeah I'm feeling way to great, OH
I'm just fucking smashing, bitch i'm rolling in a bourbon
They just try to catch me in my face
I don't give a fuck, baby catch the hundreds
Now im fucking riding out here in a race
I'm just on a dark horse
Baby can you fucking chase the hundreds when I play
Now I'm running from the back
Baby you just try to hit me in the face
Now I get it everyday, what they wanting
Bitch you fucking out here in a mother fucking play
Yeah im feeling like a zombie
Cuz I try to fucking bite you in the face
And you just feeling like you fucking running
I don't give a fuck because i'm running out here
With a fucking lighter, you just try to pop it
What the fuck you wanting cuz I light it up
I don't give a fuck because I'm feeling all the hundreds in my double cup, I just fucking sip it up
Feeling different what you talking
Bitch i'm pulling with a glock
I just try to pop it, what they talking
Bitch I stop
I don't give a fuck, but making all the Hundreds
Bitch I flip it up, now we sip it up
Making money hella tough
Now we fucking running out of end of nights, and now we done
Now we gone, rip a bong, what they want
bitch I feel to high, with the mother fucking guys
Now I fucking run, I don't give a fuck
Feeling rock in braille on the necklace, now we boutta drop
Like what's your issue, baby just bless you
Like give you sigils, light up the world
And we just
Blow away, why you have fun
bitch I run up in the motherfucking daycare, AYE
Now I run up, bitch I never stunt, on your motherfucking head
Cuz I run up feeling to great
Yeah,now I fucking get this shit, everyday, cuz I run up
Now I fucking spray on this shit
Going insane with an AK, why they talk bitch, pulling up with a glock
Try to fucking pop it
I don't give a fuck, what the fucking they talk, cuz i'm running up
Bitch you want the love, but you never gave a fuck
So I never stop, yeah, I stay on my grind
Now i'm taking my time, like easing the pain
Yeah I take novocaine easing my pain
What do they want baby I go insane
So I just gotta get onto my flow
And baby we just stop it at the cold world
What do they really want
I am just having fun
They all just look at me
Baby i just get it
I dont switch up
Cuz im riding the ripstick
And i am just doing a mufukkin backflip
And you cannot understand me
Or the thoughts that are dwelling
All because of what you had said
I am just letting you go
I will just chill it with bros
I don't give fuck, nope
We off butane shii
Yeah I run it up
Now i'm on this whack shii
Yeah I fucking get it everyday
Now im in the night
Like the wolf Howling at the moon real bright
Yeah, look up at the stars, in that wraith
Now i'm taking time, baby you just chase
wanna gain respect, take a hit to the face
Now i wanna blow up, like I go to outer space
Feeling insane and im letting it go and i'm chilling with woes okay
I will just run with my wolves, so I run in a pack,nothing cannot ease onto my pain
Broken apart with no love from the start, and I see that this shit is too much on my brain
Just one more time, to all of my real ones who stuck around, you the ones keeping me sane, yuhh
Sixteen, haha
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Writer(s): Cage Althoff
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