BPR
And drug abuse is not a crime
Fucking go! fucking go!
Fucking go! fucking go!
Fucking go! fucking go!
Fucking go! ay ay ay!
Bitch we fucking
You ain't ducking
We been trouble
Onto something
Always smoking
Big promoting
Do it big like my Trojans
Bitch I'm chosen feel like god
Flip the whip fuck the cops
Money's up bodies drop
Fucking yo bitch and she's onto my jock
Starting that riot bitch close your eyelids
Bitch what I'm doing you cannot define it
All of these wrongs I cannot rewind em
All of these bitches I cannot rebind em
They crazy (Damn) put em in an asylum I'm hazy (For real)
Yeah feel I'm dying I'm lazy (For real)
Bitch I'm xaned out my mind yeah they pay me (For real)
And that shit right on time
Cutting corners through the hood
Back door back alley smoking on a wood
Linking with the plug
Get it from the mud
Pass it to the young yea (Fuck!)
They hate me, they trying they best to erase me
I'm zooming off like it's a track meet
I got v8 bitch you got a Camry
They stutter they can't even say, nun
Talking all that shit you stay bluffing
My jeweler he eating for days cousin
Gonna get my cousins a rafe button!
We stay bussing bitch hold it down
Hit the lotto when I jumped to sound
I'm the top don I'ma shine now
With my slime now
With this 9 out BAH!
Whip go ra ra ra (Ra ra ra)
Smoking za za za (Za za za)
I am fa fa fa (Fa fa fa)
Suck my na na na (Ou na na)
I took that bitch to France she went crazy in pants
When I land
I don't wanna hear the fake fake on my ass
Do my dance
I was bricked in my stance uh
Uh shoot shots like a legend named Kobe yerr
Old bitch wanna come back blow me yerr
New bitch wanna play games Sony yerr
Ima press that button like I don't know something
But I know there something
And I know you fucking
Better grow up sunny
Gotta count that money
Oh, shit ima pop!
Fa fa fa fa fa fa
Fa fa fa fa fa fa
Fa fa
Fly as hell but I'm higher than a pilot a pilot
Yo baby mama's on the phone she wanna do a night trip a night trip
All my sins ima beat the case and win it
Eat my greens roll in spice with the grinned up spinach
Caught you lacking on the film
Taking portraits on them still
I'm like Peter I'm a real
They want me to sign the deal
And I buss it with the features and producing with the beats
I'm a 2 in 1 package y'all can't find this in the streets
Fucking go! fucking go!
Fucking go! fucking go!
Fucking go! fucking go!
Fucking go! ay ay ay!
Bitch we fucking
You ain't ducking
We been trouble
Onto something
Always smoking
Big promoting
Do it big like my Trojans
Bitch I'm chosen feel like god
Flip the whip fuck the cops
Money's up bodies drop
Fucking yo bitch and she's onto my jock
Starting that riot bitch close your eyelids
Bitch what I'm doing you cannot define it
All of these wrongs I cannot rewind em
All of these bitches I cannot rebind em
They crazy (Damn) put em in an asylum I'm hazy (For real)
Yeah feel I'm dying I'm lazy (For real)
Bitch I'm xaned out my mind yeah they pay me (For real)
And that shit right on time
Cutting corners through the hood
Back door back alley smoking on a wood
Linking with the plug
Get it from the mud
Pass it to the young yea (Fuck!)
They hate me, they trying they best to erase me
I'm zooming off like it's a track meet
I got v8 bitch you got a Camry
They stutter they can't even say, nun
Talking all that shit you stay bluffing
My jeweler he eating for days cousin
Gonna get my cousins a rafe button!
We stay bussing bitch hold it down
Hit the lotto when I jumped to sound
I'm the top don I'ma shine now
With my slime now
With this 9 out BAH!
Whip go ra ra ra (Ra ra ra)
Smoking za za za (Za za za)
I am fa fa fa (Fa fa fa)
Suck my na na na (Ou na na)
I took that bitch to France she went crazy in pants
When I land
I don't wanna hear the fake fake on my ass
Do my dance
I was bricked in my stance uh
Uh shoot shots like a legend named Kobe yerr
Old bitch wanna come back blow me yerr
New bitch wanna play games Sony yerr
Ima press that button like I don't know something
But I know there something
And I know you fucking
Better grow up sunny
Gotta count that money
Oh, shit ima pop!
Fa fa fa fa fa fa
Fa fa fa fa fa fa
Fa fa
Fly as hell but I'm higher than a pilot a pilot
Yo baby mama's on the phone she wanna do a night trip a night trip
All my sins ima beat the case and win it
Eat my greens roll in spice with the grinned up spinach
Caught you lacking on the film
Taking portraits on them still
I'm like Peter I'm a real
They want me to sign the deal
And I buss it with the features and producing with the beats
I'm a 2 in 1 package y'all can't find this in the streets
Credits
Writer(s): Tokyo Rico
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