Ain't Shyt
Oooahh
Oooahh
(Is that ELIESG?)
(Ay yo Synthetic, you plugged in)
It ain't shit for one my bruddas to take yo face off
It ain't shit for one my niggas to take yo brain out
Oh yeah
I just came back down from space seen different angles
I just bleached my hair like that hoe off of Tangled
I'm tryna run up all these goddamn racks till I break my ankle
All these big ass shells I swear to God we leave em mangled
Oh yeah
Racks up on his head and he ain't make it
Oh yeah
If my brudda don't got that drac then he feel naked
Oh yeah
You know all this shit a game how you wanna go play it
Smokin' dat opp I'ma face it
Rick Owens space boots, yeah the latest
That's like a rack every time that I'm pacin'
I had to stay down just be patient
Diamonds gon' hit from all different places
Off-White you see the words on my laces
They tryna copy this shit like they tracing
Twin serve white girl, yeah he sell Tracy
Shit gon rip through ya bones like he 80
I had to surf on these niggas so crazy
I had to surf on these boys so crazy
Big ass racks, this shit so crazy
Get white boy wasted like I'm Slim Shady
I been on hat X pill lately
I been on my own shit, yeah
FN FS take yo legs
Rock my shades and shake my dreads
Off-White kicks sit under my bed
I'm off X till I see dead people
Smokin' on dead people
Fasureski
I was sippin' drank just so I could wake up early
Lame ass pussy nigga, you know I could see them surfing
I was smokin' dope, yeah right in front the churchski
Chruchski, churchski
Churches we serving
I had higher power come and tell me that I'm worthy
Bro was off a perc so you know that we just was swerving
I was high as fuck I just remember my vision was blurry
You do what I do she try to eat you like McFlurry
We get high as fuck, yeah I'ma floater like I'm Curry
I'ma bad bitch that mean that my girl as bad as me
Bro wan' play around we gon turn him to a tragedy
Not no baseball player that means there is not no cap in me
Label keep on trackin' me, yeah
I'm like Trackhawk please
Oooahh
Oooahh
It ain't shit for one my bruddas to take yo face off
It ain't shit for one my niggas to take yo brain out
Oh yeah
I just came back down from space seen different angles
I just bleached my hair like that hoe off of Tangled
Oooahh
Oooahh
Oooahh
(Is that ELIESG?)
(Ay yo Synthetic, you plugged in)
It ain't shit for one my bruddas to take yo face off
It ain't shit for one my niggas to take yo brain out
Oh yeah
I just came back down from space seen different angles
I just bleached my hair like that hoe off of Tangled
I'm tryna run up all these goddamn racks till I break my ankle
All these big ass shells I swear to God we leave em mangled
Oh yeah
Racks up on his head and he ain't make it
Oh yeah
If my brudda don't got that drac then he feel naked
Oh yeah
You know all this shit a game how you wanna go play it
Smokin' dat opp I'ma face it
Rick Owens space boots, yeah the latest
That's like a rack every time that I'm pacin'
I had to stay down just be patient
Diamonds gon' hit from all different places
Off-White you see the words on my laces
They tryna copy this shit like they tracing
Twin serve white girl, yeah he sell Tracy
Shit gon rip through ya bones like he 80
I had to surf on these niggas so crazy
I had to surf on these boys so crazy
Big ass racks, this shit so crazy
Get white boy wasted like I'm Slim Shady
I been on hat X pill lately
I been on my own shit, yeah
FN FS take yo legs
Rock my shades and shake my dreads
Off-White kicks sit under my bed
I'm off X till I see dead people
Smokin' on dead people
Fasureski
I was sippin' drank just so I could wake up early
Lame ass pussy nigga, you know I could see them surfing
I was smokin' dope, yeah right in front the churchski
Chruchski, churchski
Churches we serving
I had higher power come and tell me that I'm worthy
Bro was off a perc so you know that we just was swerving
I was high as fuck I just remember my vision was blurry
You do what I do she try to eat you like McFlurry
We get high as fuck, yeah I'ma floater like I'm Curry
I'ma bad bitch that mean that my girl as bad as me
Bro wan' play around we gon turn him to a tragedy
Not no baseball player that means there is not no cap in me
Label keep on trackin' me, yeah
I'm like Trackhawk please
Oooahh
Oooahh
It ain't shit for one my bruddas to take yo face off
It ain't shit for one my niggas to take yo brain out
Oh yeah
I just came back down from space seen different angles
I just bleached my hair like that hoe off of Tangled
Oooahh
Oooahh
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