You Smoking Crack
Bro talking bout I'm getting hit
Is you out yo mind?
Bubble Gum lungs
One mo hit think I'm bouta die
Scam bro out a 10
Think he bouta cry
Talking bout he gon beat my ass
How you bouta lie
Talking bout he got more pape
Bro yo card declined
Ricky outside
Guarantee that he hard to find
Gary in my lungs
It's just pape on my heart and mind
Bro wanna catch up
You way too far behind
Big ass truck
Trunk got AR inside
Big ass wok pop
Got 8 bars inside
Big ass pockets
You could fit a car inside
What the hell
Bro talking bout he running up
he just tripped and fell
Bro talking bout he got Rick
Hit the wishing well
If bro try to get Rick
Better wish him well
Glock hit his ass in the lip
That's a kiss and tell
Big ass knot in my jeans
I'm pissing wealth
Told bro you smoking crack
You think I'm not bout it
Woke up mad as fuck
Made a knot bout it
Woke up in a jag truck
Off wok
And hopped out it
If bro ever talk on my kids
He getting shot bout it
I just got a 10 3 times
I'm on a hot route
And if ever see bro again he getting knocked out
And that's a fucking promise
Ricky don't give no fucks
To be fucking honest
Im getting nasty on this beat
Bro I'm fucking on it
I feel like I really could play
For the bucks I'm Giannis
I feel like I could really
Run it up bro I'm fucking sonic
I feel like I could really hit that bitch
Leave yo slut astonished
Perc 30 4 of lean
I got gut rot
Poured so much wok in my shit
I'm like what pop?
Think I'm bouta fumble
Lil bitch I think the fuck not
I was at the botttom
Fuck that shit I'm up top
I was at the bottom
Fuck that I ain't Aubrey Graham
Yo bitch all on me
Like bitch get off me damn
Smoking 1234
Bitch I'm off the Yams
Ask this bitch you got the chase app
I'm tryna scam
Jam him up and get the rebound
Cade Cunningham
Talking like he walking Ricky down
Oh you funny man
New gun with a ACOG
Boy you dumb
You think that I don't smoke OG
Fuck a zip
Bro I face a whole OZ
They say it smell like weed in here
That's lil old me
I got a chrome piece
And a chrome heart tee
Yo bitch on the gram
And she just tryna heart me
You don't want beef
Boy you don't wanna start with me
Talking out yo teeth
Boy don't get smart with me
Hopping out the tonka
I brought a AR with me
Make a bitch dance
Like it's swan lake
Bro I can't even stand
I'm beyond faced
Give that bitch A halo
I beyonced him
This is not halo lil boy
I am not playing
Is you out yo mind?
Bubble Gum lungs
One mo hit think I'm bouta die
Scam bro out a 10
Think he bouta cry
Talking bout he gon beat my ass
How you bouta lie
Talking bout he got more pape
Bro yo card declined
Ricky outside
Guarantee that he hard to find
Gary in my lungs
It's just pape on my heart and mind
Bro wanna catch up
You way too far behind
Big ass truck
Trunk got AR inside
Big ass wok pop
Got 8 bars inside
Big ass pockets
You could fit a car inside
What the hell
Bro talking bout he running up
he just tripped and fell
Bro talking bout he got Rick
Hit the wishing well
If bro try to get Rick
Better wish him well
Glock hit his ass in the lip
That's a kiss and tell
Big ass knot in my jeans
I'm pissing wealth
Told bro you smoking crack
You think I'm not bout it
Woke up mad as fuck
Made a knot bout it
Woke up in a jag truck
Off wok
And hopped out it
If bro ever talk on my kids
He getting shot bout it
I just got a 10 3 times
I'm on a hot route
And if ever see bro again he getting knocked out
And that's a fucking promise
Ricky don't give no fucks
To be fucking honest
Im getting nasty on this beat
Bro I'm fucking on it
I feel like I really could play
For the bucks I'm Giannis
I feel like I could really
Run it up bro I'm fucking sonic
I feel like I could really hit that bitch
Leave yo slut astonished
Perc 30 4 of lean
I got gut rot
Poured so much wok in my shit
I'm like what pop?
Think I'm bouta fumble
Lil bitch I think the fuck not
I was at the botttom
Fuck that shit I'm up top
I was at the bottom
Fuck that I ain't Aubrey Graham
Yo bitch all on me
Like bitch get off me damn
Smoking 1234
Bitch I'm off the Yams
Ask this bitch you got the chase app
I'm tryna scam
Jam him up and get the rebound
Cade Cunningham
Talking like he walking Ricky down
Oh you funny man
New gun with a ACOG
Boy you dumb
You think that I don't smoke OG
Fuck a zip
Bro I face a whole OZ
They say it smell like weed in here
That's lil old me
I got a chrome piece
And a chrome heart tee
Yo bitch on the gram
And she just tryna heart me
You don't want beef
Boy you don't wanna start with me
Talking out yo teeth
Boy don't get smart with me
Hopping out the tonka
I brought a AR with me
Make a bitch dance
Like it's swan lake
Bro I can't even stand
I'm beyond faced
Give that bitch A halo
I beyonced him
This is not halo lil boy
I am not playing
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Writer(s): Dillon Coffin
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