Bonkers (feat. Biig E)

Ridin fo way in the center console
Console
Police jump behind me
Hear this monster
Monster
Fucked up my sack
I'm goin bonkers
Bonkers
They wanna rob us
So we keep dem choppas
Choppas
I got too much drip
I'm coming proper
Proper
Yo bitch all on me
Ima Knock her
Knock her
Who am I
To try to stop her
Stop her
She tryna spin the kid
Like Helicopters
Helicopters

Feel like Jose
Ridin wit this fo way
Nigga i aint want cha bitch
No way
I'm sipping on red
I'm sipping on yellow
My shooters
Get green lights Ok
I'm shooting like Zach
When I get the pack
Nigga you know I keep 4k
I fuck up that sack
I get it right back
Pockets grow back like rogaine
I'm In the mall crashing
Bitch tryna spend all her taxes
Lean got me slow
So im lagging
Catch you
Aint giving no passes
Lil bitch
Tryna nag me
Want me to buy
Titties and asses
Oh think
I'm one of them rappers
Bitch i still got 2 trappers
Bitch
I pull up in raptors
Bitch F150s and magnums
My niggas get sr8ts
And re tagg em
We just keep going
They flag us
I fuck with
Finessing lil bastard
Just tryna
Collect like the pastor
Remember them days
I aint have work
I had to sell a geek plaster
Tryna get parts
Like im Napa
We cooking fishscale
Aint no macrol
Phones throwaway
Case they tap em
Send a sell
And I crack em
Thirty eight five
When I pack em
Dont wanna pay it
We crash em
See detectectives roll pass us
But they dont know
Where we stash em

Ridin fo way in the center console
Console
Police jump behind me
Hear this monster
Monster
Fucked up my sack
I'm goin bonkers
Bonkers
They wanna rob us
So we keep dem choppas
Choppas
I got too much drip
I'm coming proper
Proper
Yo bitch all on me
Ima Knock her
Knock her
Who am I
To try to stop her
Stop her
She tryna spin the kid
Like Helicopters
Helicopters

Dis drip got me draped
In thousand dollars garments
I be Shannon sharpe bitch
Step right over a hoe
Like a spill on carpet
I'm heartless
These niggas all Cap
Large Print
Hunnids wit da large print
I mean the large Ben
I be stackin dead men
I'm a mortician
Niggas say they getting to it
Iont see it
Got me squinting
Like I got poor vision
I'm your bitch future
Nigga Your Pippen
Who am I
To try to stop her
She belong to the streets
Eat dis dick
Like a fuckin whopper
I'm in love wit her cheeks
I need Help
Icebox
Where my heart use to be
I pray it never melt
Look at these niggas
Like Gronk
How they running wit twelve
Blew thru that
Lil trump twelve
Got my bitch
Thumbing thru it
Til she break her nails
Peep the paper trail

Ridin fo way in the center console
Console
Police jump behind me
Hear this monster
Monster
Fucked up my sack
I'm goin bonkers
Bonkers
They wanna rob us
So we keep dem choppas
Choppas
I got too much drip
I'm coming proper
Proper
Yo bitch all on me
Ima Knock her
Knock her
Who am I
To try to stop her
Stop her
She tryna spin the kid
Like Helicopters
Helicopters



Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Elliot
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