Oj Mayö
Maison Mihara, it used to be Converse
Before you walk you gotta crawl first
Bitch I'm from Eris it's not Earth, how did I get here I flew on a saucer
I know I'm the worst but I got worse, She wanna come through and eat up the bratwurst
Rick Owens jacket this isn't a bomber
She wanna come backstage fuck the squad first
So many poles in the whip like a fisherman
Upping the stick and I'm finna get rid of em
Xanax and Percocet this not no Ritalin
Said he got bows but he really the middleman
Fuck up the money like I'm tryna get rid of it
Backwood smoke like a teaspoon of cinnamon
Bro send em out the minute he get em in
Put him on TV like Ellen Degeneres
Got the FN on my side I'll send him to hell
Ask her if she down to ride no I cannot tell
When I'm in it deep look me in my eyes, this bitch finna KO
She done switched to vegan don't want nothing fried she been eating kale
Bro just sent a pack, I get it out the mail
Bitch I'm balling, smoking dope I feel like OJ Mayo
Took my white bitch to Miami she been getting pale
She off that molly santan, grab shovel and pail
Niggas be riding the fence, better go pick a side
It's heaven or hell
He tried fight with the pipe and lil nigga died, oh well
I don't skate but I been on my grind like a fucking rail
They can't see me but gon feel me now like some fucking braille
Before you walk you gotta crawl first
Bitch I'm from Eris it's not Earth, how did I get here I flew on a saucer
I know I'm the worst but I got worse, She wanna come through and eat up the bratwurst
Rick Owens jacket this isn't a bomber
She wanna come backstage fuck the squad first
So many poles in the whip like a fisherman
Upping the stick and I'm finna get rid of em
Xanax and Percocet this not no Ritalin
Said he got bows but he really the middleman
Fuck up the money like I'm tryna get rid of it
Backwood smoke like a teaspoon of cinnamon
Bro send em out the minute he get em in
Put him on TV like Ellen Degeneres
Got the FN on my side I'll send him to hell
Ask her if she down to ride no I cannot tell
When I'm in it deep look me in my eyes, this bitch finna KO
She done switched to vegan don't want nothing fried she been eating kale
Bro just sent a pack, I get it out the mail
Bitch I'm balling, smoking dope I feel like OJ Mayo
Took my white bitch to Miami she been getting pale
She off that molly santan, grab shovel and pail
Niggas be riding the fence, better go pick a side
It's heaven or hell
He tried fight with the pipe and lil nigga died, oh well
I don't skate but I been on my grind like a fucking rail
They can't see me but gon feel me now like some fucking braille
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Writer(s): Bryce Dangerfield
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