Woah
Ayy keep cookin' up that dope, Mike!
Like woah
So much water you gon' need a boat, lil' fuck nigga
I'm surprised that you could stay afloat
East to west, we going coast-to-coast, lil' fuck nigga
Ain't spend a dime, I'm on the road
Got six mags, they came with a scope
At Six Flags, she was riding my pole
Got jet lag, but designer my clothes
Bank just closed, but dang my wrist too cold
Bitch I don't play poker, no I ain't gon' fold
40 rest in the holster, I don't really reload
And this life is a coaster, your last ride
Pull up in a coupe, candy paint inside
Margiela, my drip, make me feel alright
She want addy, she a baddie, okay just slide
Ratta-tatty, get the gatty, AK by my side
Got these niggas seeing colors like they reppin' gay pride
Big bank, yeah, I can't live without it
What you think? you get money? Bitch, I really doubt it
Okay, fishy nigga, gonna fry him up, filet
Yeah, okay
Like woah
So much water you gon' need a boat, lil' fuck nigga
I'm surprised that you could stay afloat
East to west, we going coast-to-coast, lil' fuck nigga
Ain't spend a dime, I'm on the road
Got six mags, they came with a scope
At Six Flags, she was riding my pole
Got jet lag, but designer my clothes
Bank just closed, but dang my wrist too cold
Woah, woah
Snowball on my wrist too cold, cold
You don't fit the form, don't fit the mold
Get a bag and flip it, that shit was sold
And I be a simple man, make her head spin like a ceiling fan
Bitch I'm on 10, where you at again?
You not my homie, not my friend, said I'll say again, yeah
I been counting these real niggas off, I put them in the basement
I been ripping and chewing them up like they was mutilation
When they wrong or right, doing it right, they don't know what to say
.223 on me, spray it at them broad day
Like woah
So much water you gon' need a boat, lil' fuck nigga
I'm surprised that you could stay afloat
East to west, we going coast-to-coast, lil' fuck nigga
Ain't spend a dime, I'm on the road
Got six mags, they came with a scope
At Six Flags, she was riding my pole
Got jet lag, but designer my clothes
Bank just closed, but dang my wrist too cold
Like woah
So much water you gon' need a boat, lil' fuck nigga
I'm surprised that you could stay afloat
East to west, we going coast-to-coast, lil' fuck nigga
Ain't spend a dime, I'm on the road
Got six mags, they came with a scope
At Six Flags, she was riding my pole
Got jet lag, but designer my clothes
Bank just closed, but dang my wrist too cold
Bitch I don't play poker, no I ain't gon' fold
40 rest in the holster, I don't really reload
And this life is a coaster, your last ride
Pull up in a coupe, candy paint inside
Margiela, my drip, make me feel alright
She want addy, she a baddie, okay just slide
Ratta-tatty, get the gatty, AK by my side
Got these niggas seeing colors like they reppin' gay pride
Big bank, yeah, I can't live without it
What you think? you get money? Bitch, I really doubt it
Okay, fishy nigga, gonna fry him up, filet
Yeah, okay
Like woah
So much water you gon' need a boat, lil' fuck nigga
I'm surprised that you could stay afloat
East to west, we going coast-to-coast, lil' fuck nigga
Ain't spend a dime, I'm on the road
Got six mags, they came with a scope
At Six Flags, she was riding my pole
Got jet lag, but designer my clothes
Bank just closed, but dang my wrist too cold
Woah, woah
Snowball on my wrist too cold, cold
You don't fit the form, don't fit the mold
Get a bag and flip it, that shit was sold
And I be a simple man, make her head spin like a ceiling fan
Bitch I'm on 10, where you at again?
You not my homie, not my friend, said I'll say again, yeah
I been counting these real niggas off, I put them in the basement
I been ripping and chewing them up like they was mutilation
When they wrong or right, doing it right, they don't know what to say
.223 on me, spray it at them broad day
Like woah
So much water you gon' need a boat, lil' fuck nigga
I'm surprised that you could stay afloat
East to west, we going coast-to-coast, lil' fuck nigga
Ain't spend a dime, I'm on the road
Got six mags, they came with a scope
At Six Flags, she was riding my pole
Got jet lag, but designer my clothes
Bank just closed, but dang my wrist too cold
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