Castle
(Water, yeah)
(Water, yeah, BLP, cracker)
(Let the Dreidel man)
(Fuelz got that heat)
Water, ayy
I'm at the Planet Fitness, feel like Rick Ross, shoutout to all the pear
Might be smoke, I told him, "Sit on it," his ass broke the chair
They was sarcastic, told me to break a leg, but I don't care
They was sarcastic, told me to break a leg, Kevin Ware
Bad bitches eating seafood, I bought the calamari
Hop up in the 'yo, I'm in the booth, I had to call Amari
Tomfoolery, don't throw a penny, you'll be extremely sorry
He did a drive-by? His ass lyin', Country Safari
I will retreat and that's a whole lot of guns
If she hop up in the whip, she'll be a whole lot of fun
She gon' make that ass clap, I'm talkin' hot cross buns
We got every lick back, I'm talkin' long-lost funds
I got bars like Lil Wayne, but I'm still totin' flame
I overcame the obstacles and never once did I complain
And they was hatin' on my name, now they wanna be Dreidel Gang
I'll let this chopper eat, I named it Anthony Bourdain
Cuttin' up, but I ain't emo, forties hot, jalapeños
Them boys corny, you played and you lays, Fritos
Fake, incognito, I got the keys in Key Largo
I'm in Tampa, now the hoes scream my name, Sean Malto
I ain't shootin' up no house, jit, I'm runnin' through a castle
That's a bag on your head, tell the opps to start a raffle
I'll point the flash at him, and even he won't grab an apple
He ain't make the right decision when he heard that thing rattle
They say Kim'll fuck, go hit her with no jimmy, I ain't evil though
The truth is, I don't stoop down to a level if it's down below
I'm gettin' rich, but I still keep a rod, he got expensive poles
And I'm on beat ridin' the Metrorail, I call it metronome (Dreidel man, water)
When you go up, they try to shoot you (ayy)
You got money, you got clout, they salute you
Booty-shakin' opps in a tutu
I upped it on him, he got quick feet, I left a mark, Suciu
I'm at the Planet Fitness, feel like Rick Ross, shoutout to all the pear
Might be smoke, I told him, "Sit on it," his ass broke the chair
They was sarcastic, told me to break a leg, but I don't care
They was sarcastic, told me to break a leg, Kevin Ware
Bad bitches eatin' seafood, I bought the calamari
Hop up in the 'yo, I'm in the booth, I had to call Amari
Tomfoolery, don't throw a penny, you'll be extremely sorry
He did a drive-by? His ass lyin', Country Safari
(Water, yeah, BLP, cracker)
(Let the Dreidel man)
(Fuelz got that heat)
Water, ayy
I'm at the Planet Fitness, feel like Rick Ross, shoutout to all the pear
Might be smoke, I told him, "Sit on it," his ass broke the chair
They was sarcastic, told me to break a leg, but I don't care
They was sarcastic, told me to break a leg, Kevin Ware
Bad bitches eating seafood, I bought the calamari
Hop up in the 'yo, I'm in the booth, I had to call Amari
Tomfoolery, don't throw a penny, you'll be extremely sorry
He did a drive-by? His ass lyin', Country Safari
I will retreat and that's a whole lot of guns
If she hop up in the whip, she'll be a whole lot of fun
She gon' make that ass clap, I'm talkin' hot cross buns
We got every lick back, I'm talkin' long-lost funds
I got bars like Lil Wayne, but I'm still totin' flame
I overcame the obstacles and never once did I complain
And they was hatin' on my name, now they wanna be Dreidel Gang
I'll let this chopper eat, I named it Anthony Bourdain
Cuttin' up, but I ain't emo, forties hot, jalapeños
Them boys corny, you played and you lays, Fritos
Fake, incognito, I got the keys in Key Largo
I'm in Tampa, now the hoes scream my name, Sean Malto
I ain't shootin' up no house, jit, I'm runnin' through a castle
That's a bag on your head, tell the opps to start a raffle
I'll point the flash at him, and even he won't grab an apple
He ain't make the right decision when he heard that thing rattle
They say Kim'll fuck, go hit her with no jimmy, I ain't evil though
The truth is, I don't stoop down to a level if it's down below
I'm gettin' rich, but I still keep a rod, he got expensive poles
And I'm on beat ridin' the Metrorail, I call it metronome (Dreidel man, water)
When you go up, they try to shoot you (ayy)
You got money, you got clout, they salute you
Booty-shakin' opps in a tutu
I upped it on him, he got quick feet, I left a mark, Suciu
I'm at the Planet Fitness, feel like Rick Ross, shoutout to all the pear
Might be smoke, I told him, "Sit on it," his ass broke the chair
They was sarcastic, told me to break a leg, but I don't care
They was sarcastic, told me to break a leg, Kevin Ware
Bad bitches eatin' seafood, I bought the calamari
Hop up in the 'yo, I'm in the booth, I had to call Amari
Tomfoolery, don't throw a penny, you'll be extremely sorry
He did a drive-by? His ass lyin', Country Safari
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Landy Pavlon, Quinten Hofman
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