Apple Jacks
Azi need a mutha fucking breather
Two seater
Swervin in the fucking lane
Like a fucking buzzer beater
Toe tag em'
Body bag em'
And i stuff em' in the trunk
Ask azi if he really give a fuck
Cuz he don't
Need a mutha fucker gonna get up in the way
Need a mutha fucker gonna tell him how to get paid
Need a mutha fucker gonna tell him how to live a day to day
Man fuck a day to day
I just wanna piss my life away
My friends are tripping cuz I ain't pick up my phone in days
Tell em' stop bithcing and tell em' start searchin
Cuz you will find me in Azi Land
Tell em' you come find me
Tell em' you can come try me
Tell em' I'm so sorry
The flashing lights are so blinding
Just popped a perc now I'm feeling really energized
Don't need a bitch just the strap and my guys
Sun tatted on me that's a promise that we all gon shine
Don't wanna work too bougie for a 9-5
Fleet move as one we are bees in a hive mind
We send you to hell and we don't worry what you leave behind
Azi and Mars always starting off in overdrive
You are just a washed up prick this is our time
Cut a bitch leave em bleeding now he breathing hard
We always skirt off in domestics you can keep your foreign cars
We smoking high profile shit these drugs will send you to the stars
Lay a finger on my garments and we send you straight to mars
Two seater
Swervin in the fucking lane
Like a fucking buzzer beater
Toe tag em'
Body bag em'
And i stuff em' in the trunk
Ask azi if he really give a fuck
Cuz he don't
Need a mutha fucker gonna get up in the way
Need a mutha fucker gonna tell him how to get paid
Need a mutha fucker gonna tell him how to live a day to day
Man fuck a day to day
I just wanna piss my life away
My friends are tripping cuz I ain't pick up my phone in days
Tell em' stop bithcing and tell em' start searchin
Cuz you will find me in Azi Land
Tell em' you come find me
Tell em' you can come try me
Tell em' I'm so sorry
The flashing lights are so blinding
Just popped a perc now I'm feeling really energized
Don't need a bitch just the strap and my guys
Sun tatted on me that's a promise that we all gon shine
Don't wanna work too bougie for a 9-5
Fleet move as one we are bees in a hive mind
We send you to hell and we don't worry what you leave behind
Azi and Mars always starting off in overdrive
You are just a washed up prick this is our time
Cut a bitch leave em bleeding now he breathing hard
We always skirt off in domestics you can keep your foreign cars
We smoking high profile shit these drugs will send you to the stars
Lay a finger on my garments and we send you straight to mars
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Writer(s): Austin Seeley, Noah Mcmanus
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