Next Up - S3-E9, Pt.1

It's GBRF
Something nice and sweet so I told him let's go cast us raster, raster
You gonna taste my cream in a shot
Coming up, just wait for me boy

Look listen
Can't stop to my name's in less they do it for the fame
But I have a net bank when they claim in lacks
One use that I left him broken so I told him to wait in rest
Don't watch what I'm saying in whites
Want to know what I'm on
Go back to the tune
Not saying it twice, if you done dig crosses things dear

Life don't run because I still going to catch you
Carry that blade on death gun snatch you
That's how life made for the blackid
They move that sitting till they get done like chicken no Catsy
Why ain't back your bro star got trapped in his clothes no trapsy
Asking me too much questions
Take two box you're fed say you wanna party with Chris

Take, take take two box you are beg
Mom don't know but when I move out
I'mma a take that box full of Fred
Bro told me that he stole them cats
Make him take two rocks to the head

Kin talk like how's that English lever
Enough man infect gooses Canada pigeons
English feather but my English better
Let me get a two piece with a side breast
Boss told me that a wing bits better
This last stitched up on my friend switch up like English weather

Full of chocolate
Like a Yardi's COPO name ain't home
But a party solo
Boys turn red like strawberry Kool aid
First time blue let the parkies logo

Boy tell that you stop staring
Why keep on watching my waist I told him to eat my bro
Why you won't take me on a date
He say he won't take me out
I told him to watch in wait
Told me my flow so heavy
But I'm insecure now I'm watching my weight
Some of that some of that



Credits
Writer(s): George Bakopoulos, Izzy Barksdale
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