Lost Planet
Hello? Hmm what?
Yeah wassup man
Aye
Yeah, here we go
yeah
I'm smoking it down getting loose
I'm washing it down with the booze
I'm swapping Margiela's for Blue's
*NSYNC never missed all my cues
I looked at your bitch now I'm her dream boo
Frostbite on my wrist my tenny's all new
Camouflage weed got me high like a goose
Watch me pull it with a Glock
(That shit goes pow, pow, pow)
Taking my gang off the block
(From here we going to the top)
Have that bad bitch suck my cock
(She likes to ride a lot)
Yeah, woah
Freestyle I switch up my flow
You driving around through my city-
I feel dizzy, let me sleep
Aye
I play around with her kitty-
Let's get busy, she's not cheap
Aye
Your hoe looks so pretty-
In my hoodie, vintage 'Preme
Aye
I do 50 on the table, sign my label
No misleading
I'm down in them trenches-
My cut fatal, leave you bleeding
Throw that bitch a bone
Fucked her in the throat
Like she needs it
I might pop up at the swap & meet for the weekend
I only do that with two bitches in my bed, call that three-way
Me and the dogs start a war up in the street like it's D-Day
(I'm gonna switch it up)
I put a bullet in your head don't feel sorrow
Shoot a bitch from my phantom
I pull up, no random
When they hear my anthem
They gonna bump it up
But that ballistic on me 'cause I'm dangerous
Yeah wassup man
Aye
Yeah, here we go
yeah
I'm smoking it down getting loose
I'm washing it down with the booze
I'm swapping Margiela's for Blue's
*NSYNC never missed all my cues
I looked at your bitch now I'm her dream boo
Frostbite on my wrist my tenny's all new
Camouflage weed got me high like a goose
Watch me pull it with a Glock
(That shit goes pow, pow, pow)
Taking my gang off the block
(From here we going to the top)
Have that bad bitch suck my cock
(She likes to ride a lot)
Yeah, woah
Freestyle I switch up my flow
You driving around through my city-
I feel dizzy, let me sleep
Aye
I play around with her kitty-
Let's get busy, she's not cheap
Aye
Your hoe looks so pretty-
In my hoodie, vintage 'Preme
Aye
I do 50 on the table, sign my label
No misleading
I'm down in them trenches-
My cut fatal, leave you bleeding
Throw that bitch a bone
Fucked her in the throat
Like she needs it
I might pop up at the swap & meet for the weekend
I only do that with two bitches in my bed, call that three-way
Me and the dogs start a war up in the street like it's D-Day
(I'm gonna switch it up)
I put a bullet in your head don't feel sorrow
Shoot a bitch from my phantom
I pull up, no random
When they hear my anthem
They gonna bump it up
But that ballistic on me 'cause I'm dangerous
Credits
Writer(s): Cactus Cordel, Kai Cordel Barley
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