@ tha diner

Yeah I get You
Yo Deff, you bout ready to order?
Already
I think imma get the...

Wock in a bottle
Boy it's coke in my nails
Trippin everyday
I think I'm gone off the rails
Show me you're sum ya not
Huh
I'll show you what I'm suppose to be
In your hood
Killin' niggas
Sippin' on mimosas, B
Wock in a bottle
Boy it's coke in my nails
Trippin everyday
I think I'm gone off the rails
Show me you're sum ya not
Huh
I'll show you what I'm suppose to be
In your hood
Killin' niggas
Sippin' on mimosas, B

I ain't dealin with nobody shit today
I'm puttin bullets through your funny bone
Laugh and then I drive away
Too much on my head
I hit the interstate
I swipe a nigga for the North Face
He fuck around
He finna leave this earth with no face
I'ma talk my shit
I'ma stash that bag in the back
For the price range
And my nigga Molly fill the wockie
In the two door bitch we swangin' lanes
Cash stick out my side
Like them jeans with the pocket chain
FN look like Coi Leray
I take that bitch in every place
Wave it like I'm saying hey
Wavy off this dope
I don't do coke
But my lil white bitch look like snowy white
Hearing voices in my head
Man this shit feel like a poltergeist
What I'm finna have tonight

Hmm...
What's y'all special on the dessert menu
I'm feeling a lil sweet tooth-ish
You feel me
But nothing too crazy
I just want a lil bit of pancakes, some syrup
A lil bit of chocolate milk
You feel me
Feelin' like a kid and shit

Wock in a bottle
Boy it's coke in my nails
Trippin everyday
I think I'm gone off the rails
Show me you're sum ya not
Huh
I'll show you what I'm suppose to be
In your hood
Killin' niggas
Sippin' on mimosas, B
Wock in a bottle
Boy it's coke in my nails
Trippin everyday
I think I'm gone off the rails
Show me you're sum ya not
Huh
I'll show you what I'm suppose to be
In your hood
Killin' niggas
Sippin' on mimosas, B



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