BNDZ (feat. Mac24)
Wake up, show up, drunk to family functions, yeah
Got my cake up, bitch, I throw them hundreds, yeah
Pop some rubber bands and don't feel nothing, yeah
Hash and BMac, really up to something, yeah
I ain't breathing, bitch, I drown in money, yeah
No one's cheesing, cause this shit not funny, yeah
I think your baby mama wanna fuck me, yeah
You don't want me, girl I'm too disgusting, yeah
This low alien and I'm abducted, yeah
Game is broken and I'm reconstructing, yeah
You rappers hopeless, your shit sound like nothing, whoa
Diagnosis, I think all y'all bluffing, yeah
Losing focus, you just chasing honeys, yeah
I'm your father, I should buy you Huggies, yeah
Check these bars before you step up to me, yeah
Man, these scars, but, bitch, I keep it moving
Hello, Yeah
Eating acid in the mosh pit, tripping, yeah
Need a Reverend for like all this sinning, Lord
Swear to God, I love this life I'm living
Wake up, no memories, I'm with some Spanish women
Its Hippy in Bmore, It's Hippy in Bmore
My ex-girl, she said we could be more, nah
I am with her sister, and I'm on all this liquor
I'm slizzered in public, I'm always on fuck shit
I'm getting my dick sucked in Publix, Aisle 6
Yes, this is how a King do it
Whoa, bro, I'm throwed, that's for sure tho
She asked me for a photo, but she really want my Soul tho
Mixing my liquor, try not to black out
Pass out, then I wake up, on Random ass couch
Spazzing out, wilding out, oh
Probably in her mouth, then I'm out
Hello? Yeah. Hello? Yeah
Free my grandma, free my grandma, free my abuela
Got my cake up, bitch, I throw them hundreds, yeah
Pop some rubber bands and don't feel nothing, yeah
Hash and BMac, really up to something, yeah
I ain't breathing, bitch, I drown in money, yeah
No one's cheesing, cause this shit not funny, yeah
I think your baby mama wanna fuck me, yeah
You don't want me, girl I'm too disgusting, yeah
This low alien and I'm abducted, yeah
Game is broken and I'm reconstructing, yeah
You rappers hopeless, your shit sound like nothing, whoa
Diagnosis, I think all y'all bluffing, yeah
Losing focus, you just chasing honeys, yeah
I'm your father, I should buy you Huggies, yeah
Check these bars before you step up to me, yeah
Man, these scars, but, bitch, I keep it moving
Hello, Yeah
Eating acid in the mosh pit, tripping, yeah
Need a Reverend for like all this sinning, Lord
Swear to God, I love this life I'm living
Wake up, no memories, I'm with some Spanish women
Its Hippy in Bmore, It's Hippy in Bmore
My ex-girl, she said we could be more, nah
I am with her sister, and I'm on all this liquor
I'm slizzered in public, I'm always on fuck shit
I'm getting my dick sucked in Publix, Aisle 6
Yes, this is how a King do it
Whoa, bro, I'm throwed, that's for sure tho
She asked me for a photo, but she really want my Soul tho
Mixing my liquor, try not to black out
Pass out, then I wake up, on Random ass couch
Spazzing out, wilding out, oh
Probably in her mouth, then I'm out
Hello? Yeah. Hello? Yeah
Free my grandma, free my grandma, free my abuela
Credits
Writer(s): Blaine Pilgrim
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