Sayonara
Yo, what they say
Ayy, they say that don't pay for racks, fuck that nigga, I gotta go get this fuckin bag
man, fuck it
Play that shit out loud, make sure that your bitch can hear it, know she in the crowds
I been feelin' sentimental, sayonara now
Goin' crazy in my mental, I been goin' wild
Start with me, gon' be the end you on the news now
Shorty ass wild, had to kick the bitch out
When she was smokin' black and milds, yeah
Whippin' up emotion with devotion, like a hound, bitch
Yeah, you knew the motion, ain't no goin' back now
I ain't mean to play foul, one and done you hear bow
Yeah, you rookies play for fun, I'm the one in here now
I'm the jokaa, see you run, see you cry, crack a smile
I just can't apprecie' her it's too easier to delete her, uh
Get the bitch outta my phone, she a eater
I'm runnin' it up and I'm breakin' the meter
Need me the cheese, racks, Velveeta
I got the wax, packs, the reefa
Skrt, Hellcat, crash the rental
Yeah, he got hit, no accidental
I'm off of the leash and I'm outta the kennel,
Crazy for 30 I pop me a seal
I know she thinkin' I'm keepin' it real, fuck it, bitch, I keep my peace
I feel like an ace of spades, all you niggas suits is weak
Dividends, them commas paid, every day throughout the week
Wizard while I'm in the bank, Royal Rumble, cash the brief
They say don't pay for racks, too bad
Tell the bank I'ma need me that, so fast
Woulda thought that shit had been a lap
Down bad, now the cash, restin' in my lap
Big bag, all niggas gotta work for that
Pop flash clear the room, now you niggas is last
Too soon, all they saw was a ghost and a mask
Two clues, I'ma send your ass back to class, new school, ayy
Tell me lies, see you lookin here at me like I read minds
All this money and the fame come with a price
Yeah, like a million dollars not to tell the time
Yeah, real private with the pussy on the flight
Head, she gon suck me, suck me, suck me all night
Bread I got 50s, 100s, 1000s, what's the prize, yeah
Kamikaze, hope you strapped in for the ride, yeah
Fantastic Four figures
Money elastic, she feel orgasmic
She like the way that I'm smacking the cake
Balls in her face and she catchin' like Madden
She thought that it would be hard to replace
No babycakes, you gotta scatter
I got my bitch and you finna be late
Hop in the Lyft and I'll text you right after
Cut all the chatter no, I am not flattered
I hop in the Ghost all my hoes be like Casper
They disappear hocus pocus, magic
Row the boat, the goat attacking
You can't be possible, feelin' hypnotic
Rollin' the bales, the hulk, exotic
You idiotic you ain't got no knowledge, a shadow apology
Fuck all the modesty
King of this ship I been running the odyssey
Knew methodically, ideologically
Give you the methods, tell you the policy
You do the rest, you know where you gotta be
For the fucking feds, this all cap
(Appreciate the honesty)
Lit up in this game with no match
(He's the latest prodigy)
26 hours, no sleep
(In the stu for days)
Dangerous with mills, no Meek
(Niggas been paid)
Off White Fazos no crease
(Feelin' fresh today)
Birds run down, here the blitz, we make hits
Ayy, they say that don't pay for racks, fuck that nigga, I gotta go get this fuckin bag
man, fuck it
Play that shit out loud, make sure that your bitch can hear it, know she in the crowds
I been feelin' sentimental, sayonara now
Goin' crazy in my mental, I been goin' wild
Start with me, gon' be the end you on the news now
Shorty ass wild, had to kick the bitch out
When she was smokin' black and milds, yeah
Whippin' up emotion with devotion, like a hound, bitch
Yeah, you knew the motion, ain't no goin' back now
I ain't mean to play foul, one and done you hear bow
Yeah, you rookies play for fun, I'm the one in here now
I'm the jokaa, see you run, see you cry, crack a smile
I just can't apprecie' her it's too easier to delete her, uh
Get the bitch outta my phone, she a eater
I'm runnin' it up and I'm breakin' the meter
Need me the cheese, racks, Velveeta
I got the wax, packs, the reefa
Skrt, Hellcat, crash the rental
Yeah, he got hit, no accidental
I'm off of the leash and I'm outta the kennel,
Crazy for 30 I pop me a seal
I know she thinkin' I'm keepin' it real, fuck it, bitch, I keep my peace
I feel like an ace of spades, all you niggas suits is weak
Dividends, them commas paid, every day throughout the week
Wizard while I'm in the bank, Royal Rumble, cash the brief
They say don't pay for racks, too bad
Tell the bank I'ma need me that, so fast
Woulda thought that shit had been a lap
Down bad, now the cash, restin' in my lap
Big bag, all niggas gotta work for that
Pop flash clear the room, now you niggas is last
Too soon, all they saw was a ghost and a mask
Two clues, I'ma send your ass back to class, new school, ayy
Tell me lies, see you lookin here at me like I read minds
All this money and the fame come with a price
Yeah, like a million dollars not to tell the time
Yeah, real private with the pussy on the flight
Head, she gon suck me, suck me, suck me all night
Bread I got 50s, 100s, 1000s, what's the prize, yeah
Kamikaze, hope you strapped in for the ride, yeah
Fantastic Four figures
Money elastic, she feel orgasmic
She like the way that I'm smacking the cake
Balls in her face and she catchin' like Madden
She thought that it would be hard to replace
No babycakes, you gotta scatter
I got my bitch and you finna be late
Hop in the Lyft and I'll text you right after
Cut all the chatter no, I am not flattered
I hop in the Ghost all my hoes be like Casper
They disappear hocus pocus, magic
Row the boat, the goat attacking
You can't be possible, feelin' hypnotic
Rollin' the bales, the hulk, exotic
You idiotic you ain't got no knowledge, a shadow apology
Fuck all the modesty
King of this ship I been running the odyssey
Knew methodically, ideologically
Give you the methods, tell you the policy
You do the rest, you know where you gotta be
For the fucking feds, this all cap
(Appreciate the honesty)
Lit up in this game with no match
(He's the latest prodigy)
26 hours, no sleep
(In the stu for days)
Dangerous with mills, no Meek
(Niggas been paid)
Off White Fazos no crease
(Feelin' fresh today)
Birds run down, here the blitz, we make hits
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