Hazmat!
(no finn, there's only one way)
Ridin' through the city in a Scat Pack
Yellow jumpsuit, Uma Therman, not no hazmat
She a lil goth angel, yeah I might have to tap that
Move out the trap in a Jag not a hatchback
I know you mad mad
Keep you around so I got someone I can laugh at
Saw he still got his body so yeah you know I gotta half that
I got big bands in fuckin' pocket, you can't have that
I got all these drugs in me feeling like a lab rat
Bitch I'm with my squad, we goin' hard now
Can't stand up straight off a bar now
Smoke another gram because my thoughts too loud
I swear I'm up, but they still wanna talk down
I blacked out, baby, don't want you to lash out
I ain't worried bout your feelings only worried by the cash now
Smoke a fucking pound make me pass out
Ima hop on this fucking beat and spazz out
Got on my Asics lil bitch yeah I'm scoring
Oxy in my head, I feel like I'm soaring
He put on his song, yeah that shit got me snoring
Come dirty up my cup, lean got me pouring
Ridin' through the city in a Scat Pack
Yellow jumpsuit, Uma Therman, not no hazmat
She a lil goth angel, yeah I might have to tap that
Move out the trap in a Jag not a hatchback
I know you mad mad
Keep you around so I got someone I can laugh at
Saw he still got his body so yeah you know I gotta half that
I got big bands in fuckin' pocket, you can't have that
I got all these drugs in me feeling like a lab rat
Ridin' through the city in a Scat Pack
Yellow jumpsuit, Uma Therman, not no hazmat
She a lil goth angel, yeah I might have to tap that
Move out the trap in a Jag not a hatchback
I know you mad mad
Keep you around so I got someone I can laugh at
Saw he still got his body so yeah you know I gotta half that
I got big bands in fuckin' pocket, you can't have that
I got all these drugs in me feeling like a lab rat
Bitch I'm with my squad, we goin' hard now
Can't stand up straight off a bar now
Smoke another gram because my thoughts too loud
I swear I'm up, but they still wanna talk down
I blacked out, baby, don't want you to lash out
I ain't worried bout your feelings only worried by the cash now
Smoke a fucking pound make me pass out
Ima hop on this fucking beat and spazz out
Got on my Asics lil bitch yeah I'm scoring
Oxy in my head, I feel like I'm soaring
He put on his song, yeah that shit got me snoring
Come dirty up my cup, lean got me pouring
Ridin' through the city in a Scat Pack
Yellow jumpsuit, Uma Therman, not no hazmat
She a lil goth angel, yeah I might have to tap that
Move out the trap in a Jag not a hatchback
I know you mad mad
Keep you around so I got someone I can laugh at
Saw he still got his body so yeah you know I gotta half that
I got big bands in fuckin' pocket, you can't have that
I got all these drugs in me feeling like a lab rat
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Writer(s): Kai Ross
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