20 Bunnies
Lil cherry blossom, she don't fuck with my taste
So, Im pimping out this bitch like its seventy eight
Matte black coat just to go with my cape
Airplane mode. Get the fuck out my face
While you smoking reggie, we focused dedicated
Over medicated. Still low key, I don't say shit
Seeing aliens, Michael Jordan up in Space jam
Immortal in this portal. My energy couldn't lay flat
Silky like a wave cap. Spark it like a caveman
Bitch Im so cold made The Arctic say who's that
No traces, so they be looking for where them clues at
No racing. They be chasing where booty and boobs at
Yeah. I can not hide it. I can not fight it
Look at my face and know that you lying
Bitch I aint wildin. Bitch I aint smiling
Know that we grindin, acting real childish
Bitch you could run, but there ain't no hiding
There ain't no hiding
Slugs in the gun. Know they gon find you
Dude in the gutter, yeah he was still crying
Sipping long islands, fucking with us but there aint no trying
But there ain't no trying. There ain't no trying
Slowly as Im dying we getting to this money
Feeling Like Hugh Hef, Im fucking twenty bunnies
Sour sediment, got that grit on my teeth
If I die today ninety four would be me
Loose cannons, lost shells. I am beneath
You be that shit I pull out from the sink
Skinny bones, floss me out. Death is unique
Silence be the crown. Dirt be the only key
Slowly as im dying we getting to this money
Feeling like Hugh Hef, Im fucking twenty bunnies
So, Im pimping out this bitch like its seventy eight
Matte black coat just to go with my cape
Airplane mode. Get the fuck out my face
While you smoking reggie, we focused dedicated
Over medicated. Still low key, I don't say shit
Seeing aliens, Michael Jordan up in Space jam
Immortal in this portal. My energy couldn't lay flat
Silky like a wave cap. Spark it like a caveman
Bitch Im so cold made The Arctic say who's that
No traces, so they be looking for where them clues at
No racing. They be chasing where booty and boobs at
Yeah. I can not hide it. I can not fight it
Look at my face and know that you lying
Bitch I aint wildin. Bitch I aint smiling
Know that we grindin, acting real childish
Bitch you could run, but there ain't no hiding
There ain't no hiding
Slugs in the gun. Know they gon find you
Dude in the gutter, yeah he was still crying
Sipping long islands, fucking with us but there aint no trying
But there ain't no trying. There ain't no trying
Slowly as Im dying we getting to this money
Feeling Like Hugh Hef, Im fucking twenty bunnies
Sour sediment, got that grit on my teeth
If I die today ninety four would be me
Loose cannons, lost shells. I am beneath
You be that shit I pull out from the sink
Skinny bones, floss me out. Death is unique
Silence be the crown. Dirt be the only key
Slowly as im dying we getting to this money
Feeling like Hugh Hef, Im fucking twenty bunnies
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Writer(s): Jacob Chavez
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