Ksubiii
Yeahhh
Damn fen this bitch cold
Damn fen
Yeahh bitch
Putting packs in the mail like a UPS
Lean piss on my pants now my ksubis wet
Bitch my whole life film
It's a movie set
Every time they see me
They like ohhh he flex
Smoking white runtz
I'm rolling coochie next
Hooper cuz I'm shooting
And attacking nets
You can't pack or press
At least a 8 on my shit
I'm not packing less
Hot air blowing ass
Bitch you got dragoons breath
You need some Colgate
4 on it 3 on it
Damn near did a whole 8
Call my hands the bank
Bitch cuz all they do is hold pape
We know you a goober bro
You ain't ever sold crates
Damnnn
I want a bitch to try me
Hit the pedal
Leave every single bitch behind me
Fit wet
Like I forgot to switch the laundry
I'm in this bitch with a lotta shit
On me
Like I just walked the dog
Fuck a pig bro
I don't ever talk to hogs
I just sprint
Get it I don't ever walk I jog
I'm the shit
Bro why my toilet always clogged
I'm mr right
How the fuck is you always wrong
Check my pockets bro
Swear to god my paper always long
Yeah, you never catch me not high
Jim Carrey bars bitch
I cannot lie
Red dot make him not move
Like a stop sign
See this watch see this watch
Bitch I could stop time
Bitch I don't got time
Try to fuck with my chains on
She had to rock climb
She suck me all over the house like a roomba
Me and bro animals
Timon and Pumba
I make you dance bitch this is not zumba
Hit you with the doom doom doom doomba
And then you really dead
Talking bout imma die?
You a silly head
Took yo dumb bitch
And Made her gave me silly head
I got like 20 plates
Bitch I'm really fed
I'll loaf anywhere I go
I'm really bread
I'll tote any time of day
I got infrared
Yeahh
I'll shoot you in the dark
Yeah I mean
I race my whip
I mean shit
You could even race me with my
Aw fuck
Lemme try again
You couldn't even race me with my fucking whip in park
Ay bitch
You a fucking pop tart
Soft ass bitch
And you sweet you is not hard
Ayy mufucka I pop up and i
Ohhh
Ayy mufucka I'll pop up like a tent
Ay lil bitch I pop up take yo rent
Bitch
It's richard
Damn fen this bitch cold
Damn fen
Yeahh bitch
Putting packs in the mail like a UPS
Lean piss on my pants now my ksubis wet
Bitch my whole life film
It's a movie set
Every time they see me
They like ohhh he flex
Smoking white runtz
I'm rolling coochie next
Hooper cuz I'm shooting
And attacking nets
You can't pack or press
At least a 8 on my shit
I'm not packing less
Hot air blowing ass
Bitch you got dragoons breath
You need some Colgate
4 on it 3 on it
Damn near did a whole 8
Call my hands the bank
Bitch cuz all they do is hold pape
We know you a goober bro
You ain't ever sold crates
Damnnn
I want a bitch to try me
Hit the pedal
Leave every single bitch behind me
Fit wet
Like I forgot to switch the laundry
I'm in this bitch with a lotta shit
On me
Like I just walked the dog
Fuck a pig bro
I don't ever talk to hogs
I just sprint
Get it I don't ever walk I jog
I'm the shit
Bro why my toilet always clogged
I'm mr right
How the fuck is you always wrong
Check my pockets bro
Swear to god my paper always long
Yeah, you never catch me not high
Jim Carrey bars bitch
I cannot lie
Red dot make him not move
Like a stop sign
See this watch see this watch
Bitch I could stop time
Bitch I don't got time
Try to fuck with my chains on
She had to rock climb
She suck me all over the house like a roomba
Me and bro animals
Timon and Pumba
I make you dance bitch this is not zumba
Hit you with the doom doom doom doomba
And then you really dead
Talking bout imma die?
You a silly head
Took yo dumb bitch
And Made her gave me silly head
I got like 20 plates
Bitch I'm really fed
I'll loaf anywhere I go
I'm really bread
I'll tote any time of day
I got infrared
Yeahh
I'll shoot you in the dark
Yeah I mean
I race my whip
I mean shit
You could even race me with my
Aw fuck
Lemme try again
You couldn't even race me with my fucking whip in park
Ay bitch
You a fucking pop tart
Soft ass bitch
And you sweet you is not hard
Ayy mufucka I pop up and i
Ohhh
Ayy mufucka I'll pop up like a tent
Ay lil bitch I pop up take yo rent
Bitch
It's richard
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Writer(s): Dillon Coffin
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