Vega
Crash my shits and my cell straight through the window (Uh)
The lead actor in my life story, Delroy Lindo (Uh)
My hash got me spinnin' like a hula hoop
Couple noodles lose from the chicken noodle soup, uh
Hangin' out the Porsche with a cape on (Uh)
I'm the type of stallion you wanna put your cake on
What you doin'?
Man, I'm laying by the lake drinkin' napalm
Ready to turn the motherfuckin' to steak-umm
Carvin' a thousand roses in the Draco (ah hah)
Stupid (ah hah)
As I jump from the Alfa Romeo like I was skydivin' (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout how I'm out my mind
That's from the sidelines though (Hoe)
I'm out your range, hoe (Hoe)
Elmer Fudd shotgun shells, fly out the gates, yo
Disintеgrate your face, yo (Hoe)
Mothеrfuckers owe me some Rolexes (I need 'em)
Motherfuckers owe me some planes (Let me get that)
For letting these suckers live in my lane (Uh uh)
Someone owes me a dinner table (Uh huh)
Just make sure it fits twenty hash pipes (Uh huh)
You know the vibes, family (Yeah)
I do a tumble out the Hummer and throw a knife through your eye cavity
I recognize as a stand-up guy by five familes (Grandpa)
That means I take it to the gravel
My alibi for the police is I was naked in Seattle (I was)
Million-dollar calls while I'm shittin'
I close the deal, that's what I call Pippen
Shoes on my feet, that's called Pippen
Pardon me, ha
The lead actor in my life story, Delroy Lindo (Uh)
My hash got me spinnin' like a hula hoop
Couple noodles lose from the chicken noodle soup, uh
Hangin' out the Porsche with a cape on (Uh)
I'm the type of stallion you wanna put your cake on
What you doin'?
Man, I'm laying by the lake drinkin' napalm
Ready to turn the motherfuckin' to steak-umm
Carvin' a thousand roses in the Draco (ah hah)
Stupid (ah hah)
As I jump from the Alfa Romeo like I was skydivin' (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout how I'm out my mind
That's from the sidelines though (Hoe)
I'm out your range, hoe (Hoe)
Elmer Fudd shotgun shells, fly out the gates, yo
Disintеgrate your face, yo (Hoe)
Mothеrfuckers owe me some Rolexes (I need 'em)
Motherfuckers owe me some planes (Let me get that)
For letting these suckers live in my lane (Uh uh)
Someone owes me a dinner table (Uh huh)
Just make sure it fits twenty hash pipes (Uh huh)
You know the vibes, family (Yeah)
I do a tumble out the Hummer and throw a knife through your eye cavity
I recognize as a stand-up guy by five familes (Grandpa)
That means I take it to the gravel
My alibi for the police is I was naked in Seattle (I was)
Million-dollar calls while I'm shittin'
I close the deal, that's what I call Pippen
Shoes on my feet, that's called Pippen
Pardon me, ha
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Writer(s): Lawrence Muggerud, Arian Asllani, Anthony Markeith Reid
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