Ok Den

Fat racks like Pumba, I'm just tryna slide through
Big K with a ruler, broke nigga wearin' Puma
Suit and tie, just to shoot ya, boom-bap, move over
Lame niggas always assuming (Che on the beat), bullets just fuck up ya medulla
With a SCAT, I'm moving
Bitch say my voice (soothing), someone tryna walk (cool then)

All my demons really boolin', all my niggas really doin' shit
Too turnt sippin' deuces, too broke, bro, you too lame
Benz truck, we toolin' (oh, it's beef? then let's get to it)
Lame nigga running through it
Dumb racks, shit stupid, condo, shit ruthless
Bitches tell me, "I want two kids", I just tell her, "I want to hit"
I'm just tryna see you cruise shit

I'm just tryna see you (I'm just tryna see you), yeah, I'm just tryna see your eyes roll back
Bitch just wanna fuck me (I know that)
Broke her back, she need a chiropractor
Pop a Xanax now (I'm so sad)
Kel-Tec finna catch a toe tag

Face fuck her, then I give her throat back
Spin a nigga like a culdesac (oh-oh-oh)
Fuck a nigga up, what you know about that?
I be sippin' drop, gettin' so fat
It's a code red, it's a code red

I don't gotta leave (where's the cone at?)
I don't gotta leave (where's your home at?)
No apologies (where your dome at?)
Stepping on shit (like a door mat)
I got three phones (don't know where my phone at)
Bentley truck, yeah-yeah

Bitch so fat (Three phones, three phones, yeah)
Kickback, now I'm feelin' so sad (Three phones, three phones, yeah), bitch want a Perc
Where her nose at? (Three phones, three phones, yeah)
I ain't fuck with her (I don't know that)
Bullets hit him up, where his ho at?
And I'ma serve 'em up 'cause you're at your low
All my bitches gotta get my name tatted
Everybody know that I'm a Perc' addict

Ah! fat racks like Pumba, I'm just tryna slide through
Big K with a ruler, broke nigga wearin' Puma
Suit and tie, just to shoot ya, boom-bap, move over
Lame niggas always assuming, bullets just fuck up ya medulla
With a SCAT, I'm moving
Yo' bitch say my voice (soothing), someone tryna walk, (cool then)
All my demons really boolin', all my niggas really doin' shit

Too turnt sippin' deuces, too broke, bro, you too lame
Benz truck, we toolin', oh, it's beef? Then let's get to it
Lame nigga running through it
Dumb racks, shit stupid, condo, shit ruthless
Bitches tell me, "I want two kids"
I just tell her, "I want to hit"
I'm just tryna see you cruise shit

I'm just tryna see you cruise shit
I'm just tryna see you cruise shit



Credits
Writer(s): Leonardo Bostan, Chase Shaun Mitchell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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