Bladee
Huh huh huh huh
Yeah
808 go bang in the coupe I'm switching lanes
Balenciaga my shades I ain't playing none these games
Spikes down my shirt huh you gone feel my pain
Got my shooter right beside me yeah he masked up like he Kane
Yeah we sending flames
Pouring out the paint
Blade up my sleeves I ain't talking about no drain
Fuck what you want
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you want bitch huh
Fuck what you think
Doing these things
Look at these fangs
Come & serve me brain
Serve me brain bitch!
Stutter all my words like I'm studded on my belt
Someone pick em up
Yeah he need some help
Booted up for combat we been sending straight shells
Give em all bells
Yeah Give em all hell
Yeah give em all bells
Yeah give em all hell
You ain't ever been like this till you hopped on all these trends
But I guess I'm too locked in cause I don't even got no friends
They didn't rock with my back then bitch come and fuck me now
I got huh huh I've been smoking by the pound
I just made 24 vibes I'm a real blood hound
I'm rolling again, I'm smoking this loud
Yea this shit getting wild
Every time I come out they stealing my style so this music on file
I'm tired of hearing ya shit I ain't even been here for a while
Huh
Huh
Huh
Fuck that 808!
808 go bang in the coupe I'm switching lanes
Balenciaga my shades I ain't playing none these games
Spikes down my shirt huh you gone feel my pain
Got my shooter right beside me yeah he masked up like he Kane
Yeah we sending flames
Pouring out the paint
Blade up my sleeves I ain't talking about no drain
Yeah
808 go bang in the coupe I'm switching lanes
Balenciaga my shades I ain't playing none these games
Spikes down my shirt huh you gone feel my pain
Got my shooter right beside me yeah he masked up like he Kane
Yeah we sending flames
Pouring out the paint
Blade up my sleeves I ain't talking about no drain
Fuck what you want
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you want bitch huh
Fuck what you think
Doing these things
Look at these fangs
Come & serve me brain
Serve me brain bitch!
Stutter all my words like I'm studded on my belt
Someone pick em up
Yeah he need some help
Booted up for combat we been sending straight shells
Give em all bells
Yeah Give em all hell
Yeah give em all bells
Yeah give em all hell
You ain't ever been like this till you hopped on all these trends
But I guess I'm too locked in cause I don't even got no friends
They didn't rock with my back then bitch come and fuck me now
I got huh huh I've been smoking by the pound
I just made 24 vibes I'm a real blood hound
I'm rolling again, I'm smoking this loud
Yea this shit getting wild
Every time I come out they stealing my style so this music on file
I'm tired of hearing ya shit I ain't even been here for a while
Huh
Huh
Huh
Fuck that 808!
808 go bang in the coupe I'm switching lanes
Balenciaga my shades I ain't playing none these games
Spikes down my shirt huh you gone feel my pain
Got my shooter right beside me yeah he masked up like he Kane
Yeah we sending flames
Pouring out the paint
Blade up my sleeves I ain't talking about no drain
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Velasquez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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