Charlie Sheen
No Uber, but I come with a fee
Imma get a pound and bust it down by the g
Chanel my drip, like double c
Middle finger to police
Capped out on the web, yo car is on E
I just popped a perc and mixed it with lean
Don't make me mad, pop at ya spleen
I feel like Charlie, last name sheen
Got a hunnid thousand blues stuffed in my jeans
These bitches keep hatin' from behind a screen
Don't make me bust, let the choppa sing
He got jugged on the pint that's not real lean
And I carry the stick, I don't need to swing
I feel like drake, my hotline bling
She say what more can you bring
Shut up make the choppa sing
Vlone tee, no friend in me
Brand new choppa, wit the beam
Martin Luther, feel like king
Abuser of promethazine
Big trap, movin pounds of green
My first song in a magazine
scary sight, like Halloween
We pour up cause we love codeine
No Uber, but I come with a fee
Imma get a pound and bust it down by the g
Chanel my drip, like double c
Middle finger to police
Capped out on the web, yo car is on E
I just popped a perc and mixed it with lean
Don't make me mad, pop at ya spleen
I feel like Charlie, last name sheen
Imma get a pound and bust it down by the g
Chanel my drip, like double c
Middle finger to police
Capped out on the web, yo car is on E
I just popped a perc and mixed it with lean
Don't make me mad, pop at ya spleen
I feel like Charlie, last name sheen
Got a hunnid thousand blues stuffed in my jeans
These bitches keep hatin' from behind a screen
Don't make me bust, let the choppa sing
He got jugged on the pint that's not real lean
And I carry the stick, I don't need to swing
I feel like drake, my hotline bling
She say what more can you bring
Shut up make the choppa sing
Vlone tee, no friend in me
Brand new choppa, wit the beam
Martin Luther, feel like king
Abuser of promethazine
Big trap, movin pounds of green
My first song in a magazine
scary sight, like Halloween
We pour up cause we love codeine
No Uber, but I come with a fee
Imma get a pound and bust it down by the g
Chanel my drip, like double c
Middle finger to police
Capped out on the web, yo car is on E
I just popped a perc and mixed it with lean
Don't make me mad, pop at ya spleen
I feel like Charlie, last name sheen
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Writer(s): Jackson Jones
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