N3RFGUN!
I'm zoning off of one joint
Bought a nerf gun, spray painted it black and held your bitch up at gunpoint
Ay, I just hit uh checkpoint
In a limo with shotgun pointed out the fucking window
Self appointed CEO, so I ain't ever have to tip toe around these broke hoes or dumb fuck people
All gold plaque tracks, C3PO
Got a bad lil bitch
Wait hold up, wait
I'm trippin off mushrooms and I can't really move
Split an eighth with my bitch, shit like what did I do
I'm laughing off the walls
Ate a cap, trip and fall
And she call me big poppa like I'm fucking biggie smalls
I just rolled a pound of gas, take a hit and I pass
So nice that the pack don't last
I just roll my wraps and rap and watch that shit stack super fucking fat
Like that shit need lypo
They go wherever I go cause I so lit
That bitch suck more than my penmanship
Bitch shit cunt, fuck y'all motherfuckin censorship
Ay
Hello
Walk around with my head low
Rolling up a blunt in a coat made of armadillo
Yeah hot like cigarillo
Yall can't tell me shit though
Your style is generic
I pick a fit and wear it and they stare at it
You throw a fit on a beat like you can't just swear at it
Just me
Cause I'm G-O-D
Split her like a Moses or a blunt
I don't care about the metaphor but ay I'm in her pussy
Pop out on a show homie motherfuckin book me
If you don't like the flow then suck a dick
Slit your wrists
Burn hell cause I would die for this shit
Uh super fly, Gemini
Red eyes, stupid high
And I couldn't give a single fuck homie just look me in my eyes
My middle fingers up put your lighters to the sky
Ay, Mr. 207 the shit
Take a hit of acid homie and come along for the trip
Bought a nerf gun, spray painted it black and held your bitch up at gunpoint
Ay, I just hit uh checkpoint
In a limo with shotgun pointed out the fucking window
Self appointed CEO, so I ain't ever have to tip toe around these broke hoes or dumb fuck people
All gold plaque tracks, C3PO
Got a bad lil bitch
Wait hold up, wait
I'm trippin off mushrooms and I can't really move
Split an eighth with my bitch, shit like what did I do
I'm laughing off the walls
Ate a cap, trip and fall
And she call me big poppa like I'm fucking biggie smalls
I just rolled a pound of gas, take a hit and I pass
So nice that the pack don't last
I just roll my wraps and rap and watch that shit stack super fucking fat
Like that shit need lypo
They go wherever I go cause I so lit
That bitch suck more than my penmanship
Bitch shit cunt, fuck y'all motherfuckin censorship
Ay
Hello
Walk around with my head low
Rolling up a blunt in a coat made of armadillo
Yeah hot like cigarillo
Yall can't tell me shit though
Your style is generic
I pick a fit and wear it and they stare at it
You throw a fit on a beat like you can't just swear at it
Just me
Cause I'm G-O-D
Split her like a Moses or a blunt
I don't care about the metaphor but ay I'm in her pussy
Pop out on a show homie motherfuckin book me
If you don't like the flow then suck a dick
Slit your wrists
Burn hell cause I would die for this shit
Uh super fly, Gemini
Red eyes, stupid high
And I couldn't give a single fuck homie just look me in my eyes
My middle fingers up put your lighters to the sky
Ay, Mr. 207 the shit
Take a hit of acid homie and come along for the trip
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Writer(s): Chase Pelkey
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