Fear and Loathing

At the grande baroque and im off the e
Stay off ecstasy when you next to me
Im in that m3 five percent tint you cant see
Five percent tint you cant see
Five percent tint you cant see
Five percent tint you cant see
I be just driving through my city
Tac town thats my country
I be so damn fucking lucky
I pop pints just like a junkie
When I pull up to florida yeah
I sip on that muddy
When I pull up to portland
I count my money
I left your side left your side hella bloody
Woah I just left them dead woah
Shoot them they aint sturdy woah
I be just on that block I aint show no mercy
Its a whole in one I just made a birdie
Thirty five thirty five I just counted thirty
Im in a hellcat I stay on my journey
My money from the streets so damn dirty

Yeah woah

Feel like the best these days
I feel like my heros
I keep me the vest
The opps they lurk in the shadows
I got me the shottas sopranos
I got a bad bitch shooting right at your torso
Ima go pop a four you talk to a pillow
Im outside with the gang
Count commas and zeros
Cant fuck with you yeah
I shot out your window
Cant fuck with you
Lil bitch we shoot out your window
Enter tac town yeah this is the ghetto
Im in a track hawk lil bitch this the rhino
Ima go outta here lil bitch im in the cosmos
I gotta bitch eating me up
Just like im nachos
I got the wrist with the colors like thanos
Im with riley yeah we selling narcos
I be just feeling like oj im in the bronco
Counting cash living life thats the motto
I got the kilos on kilos on kilos the cargo
I got a rope swing outside thats elago
I got the cocaine im feeling like pablo
I got the dope yeah its feeling like arco
I got the gas im john wick not nardo
I gotta pull up on you its time to fucking go
I gotta pull up on you its time for you to go
Im feeling so macho macho macho
You cant fuck with me no no no
You cant fuck with me no no no