Catacombz
I'm outside gettin drunk w my folks
And if yain't about it, you can leave me alone
Money to tha ceiling, I just bought a spaceship
Ya fuckin w the homies get ya self a facelift
Man I can't quit, I just cant be stopped
And these women that you brought, I think they like me a lot
So lemme get that dat chain and everything that ya got
Then you can find your way home
Cuz man, you blowin up my spot
Best check ya tone, less you wanna be a stack of bones
Tune em good, waking up in the catacombz
And I ain't lose a second of sleep
Matta fact, I hit the stu and got to wreckin dis heat
Damn
I'm just living my life how you would wanna
I'm looking fresh downtown witcha baby mama
He's too cracked
Yea, this boy is a nut
Come grab a line and get ya coat cuz I'm tryna cut
Uh
But if you wanna go, come and do it
Don't even try to front, ima lose it
I'm just tryna cut, and stack O's
Play a show do some cocaine with hella hoes
And if you really want it, bitch, let me know
We still outside and it's getting cold
I'm fucked up in a range rove
I'm fucked up in a range rove
I'm in a Plaid, 22s going too fast
Triple digits lighting up on the digi-dash
Dem piggies flash, I drive right pass
Cuz they ain't seeing shit through my tinted glass
I make a splash, and they get so mad
It's kinda sad, I'm just trying to get my cash and keep my bags packed
Head to da crab shack
Don't pass me none of that, cuz I ain't gonna pass it back
Me and you, we cool I don't know what you thought
I'm sliding in just to thicken the plot
International, I'm talking 20 hour flights
Dis the real deal, and you know I'm lookin damn tight
It's gettin deep, and colder than my shoulder
They call me Zim cuz they see me taking over
The Supa Nova, I'm like a four leaf clover
Man, I'm gone
Fucked up in a Range Rover
But if you wanna go, come and do it
Don't even try to front, ima lose it
I'm just tryna cut, and stack O's
Play a show do some cocaine with hella hoes
And if you really want it, bitch, let me know
We still outside and it's getting cold
I'm fucked up in a range rove
I'm fucked up in a range rove
And if yain't about it, you can leave me alone
Money to tha ceiling, I just bought a spaceship
Ya fuckin w the homies get ya self a facelift
Man I can't quit, I just cant be stopped
And these women that you brought, I think they like me a lot
So lemme get that dat chain and everything that ya got
Then you can find your way home
Cuz man, you blowin up my spot
Best check ya tone, less you wanna be a stack of bones
Tune em good, waking up in the catacombz
And I ain't lose a second of sleep
Matta fact, I hit the stu and got to wreckin dis heat
Damn
I'm just living my life how you would wanna
I'm looking fresh downtown witcha baby mama
He's too cracked
Yea, this boy is a nut
Come grab a line and get ya coat cuz I'm tryna cut
Uh
But if you wanna go, come and do it
Don't even try to front, ima lose it
I'm just tryna cut, and stack O's
Play a show do some cocaine with hella hoes
And if you really want it, bitch, let me know
We still outside and it's getting cold
I'm fucked up in a range rove
I'm fucked up in a range rove
I'm in a Plaid, 22s going too fast
Triple digits lighting up on the digi-dash
Dem piggies flash, I drive right pass
Cuz they ain't seeing shit through my tinted glass
I make a splash, and they get so mad
It's kinda sad, I'm just trying to get my cash and keep my bags packed
Head to da crab shack
Don't pass me none of that, cuz I ain't gonna pass it back
Me and you, we cool I don't know what you thought
I'm sliding in just to thicken the plot
International, I'm talking 20 hour flights
Dis the real deal, and you know I'm lookin damn tight
It's gettin deep, and colder than my shoulder
They call me Zim cuz they see me taking over
The Supa Nova, I'm like a four leaf clover
Man, I'm gone
Fucked up in a Range Rover
But if you wanna go, come and do it
Don't even try to front, ima lose it
I'm just tryna cut, and stack O's
Play a show do some cocaine with hella hoes
And if you really want it, bitch, let me know
We still outside and it's getting cold
I'm fucked up in a range rove
I'm fucked up in a range rove
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