Boy wat!? (feat. El Sol Avenue)
Damn son where'd you come from? I heard your guts got a fine sum
Tote bag big as fuck with the unknown, movin' like huncho
Half ounce for all of the unknowns- that's all of my big bros
12 said we smell like a gas bomb, smoke like a bath bomb...
But ya... I make that money do its turn- round. (Yeah yeah)
This beat is handmade, this shit took about two takes
Money like the fall, bring out the rakes. Mother fuck vamps, bring out the stakes
Keepin' it medium rare, try not to care, stress about it honey lose your hair
Stay posted up in my underwear, with a J and no care
Damn... where did I wrong you?!
Where did you go to...
Where did you go to...
Damn... where did I wrong you?!
Where did you go to...
Where did you go to...
Damn... where did I wrong you?!
Dancin' all over the feds. (Wee-woo wee-woo)
Bitches stay sleepin' like beds
Ridin' I'm pushin' on red- (Uh oh)
Meter say E and it's dead...
The homies be gassed up and this you can fact check, you better back up...
Go get ya shit checked. Go get ya shit checked. (Hehe)
Price of the gas on the rise- but so is my antics
Bitches be checkin' my eyes, but that shit is rancid
Bitches be lovin' the ice, I ain't talkin' fancy
Bitches be kissin' with lies and that shit is crazy. (Wee-woo)
That's how the story ends between our two friends
El Camino crashed and left a victim
Last one did the dash and kept the wisdom
That's what you hear now within the system
Tote bag big as fuck with the unknown, movin' like huncho
Half ounce for all of the unknowns- that's all of my big bros
12 said we smell like a gas bomb, smoke like a bath bomb...
But ya... I make that money do its turn- round. (Yeah yeah)
This beat is handmade, this shit took about two takes
Money like the fall, bring out the rakes. Mother fuck vamps, bring out the stakes
Keepin' it medium rare, try not to care, stress about it honey lose your hair
Stay posted up in my underwear, with a J and no care
Damn... where did I wrong you?!
Where did you go to...
Where did you go to...
Damn... where did I wrong you?!
Where did you go to...
Where did you go to...
Damn... where did I wrong you?!
Dancin' all over the feds. (Wee-woo wee-woo)
Bitches stay sleepin' like beds
Ridin' I'm pushin' on red- (Uh oh)
Meter say E and it's dead...
The homies be gassed up and this you can fact check, you better back up...
Go get ya shit checked. Go get ya shit checked. (Hehe)
Price of the gas on the rise- but so is my antics
Bitches be checkin' my eyes, but that shit is rancid
Bitches be lovin' the ice, I ain't talkin' fancy
Bitches be kissin' with lies and that shit is crazy. (Wee-woo)
That's how the story ends between our two friends
El Camino crashed and left a victim
Last one did the dash and kept the wisdom
That's what you hear now within the system
Credits
Writer(s): Kaleo Silversmith
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