345
(Oh yea) I been 345 for that pain (for that pain)
Shit white lil bitch give head relax my brain (oh yea)
Shit ain't even trippin' 'bout death tryna escape (tryna escape)
I been in the astrals at the gates (oh yea)
Yuh they cant vibe with dat (can't vibe with dat)
I been on a mission shit deeper than rap
Mop he got the pistol make that raditatat
Austin ratchet bitches they be fuckin with the set
Yea should I let em stay in the rain
I cant help 'em they been through some pain (through see pain)
And I just tuck my guap and keep it same (keep it same)
And I be rollin' gas that propane (that propane)
Damn and I been smashin' ratchets with no shame
Shit she tryna come back to my crib I told her that's lame (told her lame)
Shit I had to get off of that bitch she tryna get famous (she tryna get famous)
I cant help these bitches gotta pay me (oh yea)
I been 345 for that pain (for that pain)
Shit white lil bitch give head relax my brain (oh yea)
Shit aIn't even trippin' 'bout death tryna escape (tryna escape)
I been in the astrals at the gates (oh yea)
Yuh they can't vibe with dat (they can't vibe with dat)
I been on a mission shit deeper than rap
Mop he got the pistol make that raditatat
Austin ratchet bitches they be fuckin with the set (oh yeah)
For that pain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Relax my brain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Trynna escape (yeah, yeah, yeah)
At the gates
Shit they cant vibe with that
It get deep as fuck
Pistol
Shit white lil bitch give head relax my brain (oh yea)
Shit ain't even trippin' 'bout death tryna escape (tryna escape)
I been in the astrals at the gates (oh yea)
Yuh they cant vibe with dat (can't vibe with dat)
I been on a mission shit deeper than rap
Mop he got the pistol make that raditatat
Austin ratchet bitches they be fuckin with the set
Yea should I let em stay in the rain
I cant help 'em they been through some pain (through see pain)
And I just tuck my guap and keep it same (keep it same)
And I be rollin' gas that propane (that propane)
Damn and I been smashin' ratchets with no shame
Shit she tryna come back to my crib I told her that's lame (told her lame)
Shit I had to get off of that bitch she tryna get famous (she tryna get famous)
I cant help these bitches gotta pay me (oh yea)
I been 345 for that pain (for that pain)
Shit white lil bitch give head relax my brain (oh yea)
Shit aIn't even trippin' 'bout death tryna escape (tryna escape)
I been in the astrals at the gates (oh yea)
Yuh they can't vibe with dat (they can't vibe with dat)
I been on a mission shit deeper than rap
Mop he got the pistol make that raditatat
Austin ratchet bitches they be fuckin with the set (oh yeah)
For that pain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Relax my brain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Trynna escape (yeah, yeah, yeah)
At the gates
Shit they cant vibe with that
It get deep as fuck
Pistol
Credits
Writer(s): Keshon Lee, Yola Ktwo
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