Kerosene
Tryna' get a whole lotta' fucking paper stacked up in the mansion
Face down ass up that's the answer
Lil' summer girl suck it up, she a cancer
Ransom, ransom, turn her to a dancer
Handsome, handsome, shawty keep staring
Fuck that I'm getting to the money not caring
I ain't ever round a broke bitch get embarrassed
Huh, let's hit a quick shot wit the dirtbike
next night fucking on a bitch in a McLaren
Worked for this shit so I really ain't sharing
On top of a tower I ain't even in Paris
Fucked up on the road I'm driving impaired
But if he wanna talk we circle and square him
10 racks on my body this paper not tearing
We gon' spin him like a goddamn bearing
We gon' spin him like a god damn carousel
Kerosene on him, got him lookin like a caramel
Spilling lean on the A.P and the fuckin' belt
Bitch think that i'm crazy tell her go to hell
She said fuckin' make me and she know I will
What's your name again lil' bitch it don't ring a bell
Tryna get up in my pockets well you gonna fail
If you talking wet, lil' bitch imma wish you well
I ain't ever really care to talk shit
I be gettin nauseous, when I'm off the henny I'ma vomit
Lost it, then I fuckin got it back
I'ma hit so hard, give a heart attack
Then I rip it out, take your heart right back
When I walk in the spot bitches knowing where I'm at
And I'm tryna get big I remember selling packs
Now I'm riding with a bitch and she don't know how to act
Tryna' get a whole lotta' fucking paper stacked up in the mansion
Face down ass up that's the answer
Lil' summer girl suck it up, she a cancer
Ransom, ransom, turn her to a dancer
Handsome, handsome, shawty keep staring
Fuck that I'm getting to the money not caring
I ain't ever round a broke bitch get embarrassed
Huh, let's hit a quick shot wit the dirtbike
Next night fucking on a bitch in a McLaren
Worked for this shit so I really ain't sharing
On top of a tower I ain't even in Paris
Fucked up on the road I'm driving impaired
But if he wanna talk we circle and square him
10 racks on my body this paper not tearing
We gon' spin him like a goddamn bearing
I'ma drink it till I can't yeah, I'm about to yak
She taking off her pants, yeah I told her throw it back
Im climbing up this tower like the Eiffel, put a bullet in the rifle
Fuck your hope and your decibel, yeah I only trust the racks
Cause if I trust a bitch, she gon' stab me in the neck
Pulled up in a vet, who the fuck outside I gotta check
Know I'm coming next, walk up with the armor on my vest
Bitch I do it all, who the fuck you think that I'ma let do it
Me stupid, everybody trying it, but we do it
I cannot deny this shit, I'm smokin brodie lean movin
We moving, ain't nobody trippin' or my G shootin'
Y'all losing, you cannot compete with the weed fumin
I just did a 100 imma do it again, where your racks at
It look like they blew in the wind
Where the ass at, shawty pull up tryna be friends
She want my snapchat, got me at the top of it pinned
Tryna' get a whole lotta' fucking paper stacked up in the mansion
Face down ass up that's the answer
Lil' summer girl suck it up, she a cancer
Ransom, ransom, turn her to a dancer
Handsome, handsome, shawty keep staring
Fuck that I'm getting to the money not caring
I ain't ever round a broke bitch get embarrassed
Huh, let's hit a quick shot wit the dirtbike
next night fucking on a bitch in a McLaren
Worked for this shit so I really ain't sharing
On top of a tower I ain't even in Paris
Fucked up on the road I'm driving impaired
But if he wanna talk we circle and square him
10 racks on my body this paper not tearing
We gon' spin him like a goddamn bearing
Face down ass up that's the answer
Lil' summer girl suck it up, she a cancer
Ransom, ransom, turn her to a dancer
Handsome, handsome, shawty keep staring
Fuck that I'm getting to the money not caring
I ain't ever round a broke bitch get embarrassed
Huh, let's hit a quick shot wit the dirtbike
next night fucking on a bitch in a McLaren
Worked for this shit so I really ain't sharing
On top of a tower I ain't even in Paris
Fucked up on the road I'm driving impaired
But if he wanna talk we circle and square him
10 racks on my body this paper not tearing
We gon' spin him like a goddamn bearing
We gon' spin him like a god damn carousel
Kerosene on him, got him lookin like a caramel
Spilling lean on the A.P and the fuckin' belt
Bitch think that i'm crazy tell her go to hell
She said fuckin' make me and she know I will
What's your name again lil' bitch it don't ring a bell
Tryna get up in my pockets well you gonna fail
If you talking wet, lil' bitch imma wish you well
I ain't ever really care to talk shit
I be gettin nauseous, when I'm off the henny I'ma vomit
Lost it, then I fuckin got it back
I'ma hit so hard, give a heart attack
Then I rip it out, take your heart right back
When I walk in the spot bitches knowing where I'm at
And I'm tryna get big I remember selling packs
Now I'm riding with a bitch and she don't know how to act
Tryna' get a whole lotta' fucking paper stacked up in the mansion
Face down ass up that's the answer
Lil' summer girl suck it up, she a cancer
Ransom, ransom, turn her to a dancer
Handsome, handsome, shawty keep staring
Fuck that I'm getting to the money not caring
I ain't ever round a broke bitch get embarrassed
Huh, let's hit a quick shot wit the dirtbike
Next night fucking on a bitch in a McLaren
Worked for this shit so I really ain't sharing
On top of a tower I ain't even in Paris
Fucked up on the road I'm driving impaired
But if he wanna talk we circle and square him
10 racks on my body this paper not tearing
We gon' spin him like a goddamn bearing
I'ma drink it till I can't yeah, I'm about to yak
She taking off her pants, yeah I told her throw it back
Im climbing up this tower like the Eiffel, put a bullet in the rifle
Fuck your hope and your decibel, yeah I only trust the racks
Cause if I trust a bitch, she gon' stab me in the neck
Pulled up in a vet, who the fuck outside I gotta check
Know I'm coming next, walk up with the armor on my vest
Bitch I do it all, who the fuck you think that I'ma let do it
Me stupid, everybody trying it, but we do it
I cannot deny this shit, I'm smokin brodie lean movin
We moving, ain't nobody trippin' or my G shootin'
Y'all losing, you cannot compete with the weed fumin
I just did a 100 imma do it again, where your racks at
It look like they blew in the wind
Where the ass at, shawty pull up tryna be friends
She want my snapchat, got me at the top of it pinned
Tryna' get a whole lotta' fucking paper stacked up in the mansion
Face down ass up that's the answer
Lil' summer girl suck it up, she a cancer
Ransom, ransom, turn her to a dancer
Handsome, handsome, shawty keep staring
Fuck that I'm getting to the money not caring
I ain't ever round a broke bitch get embarrassed
Huh, let's hit a quick shot wit the dirtbike
next night fucking on a bitch in a McLaren
Worked for this shit so I really ain't sharing
On top of a tower I ain't even in Paris
Fucked up on the road I'm driving impaired
But if he wanna talk we circle and square him
10 racks on my body this paper not tearing
We gon' spin him like a goddamn bearing
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Writer(s): Jace Smith
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