Bacardi Superior (feat. valleymoira)
(Gone on what n-)
Yuh!
(You say it's gone on what?)
Bitch!
Blade on my hip (Young Ghoul)
Blade on my hip (Gang)
Blade on my hip (Gang)
And I'm sippin' Bacardi Superior
Tell me who's lit?
Tell me who's lit?
Tell me who's lit?
Cuz I think all these pussies inferior
Blade on my hip, cut through like a blunt splitter
And I spill out his Dutch guts
All I saw was some blurry-ass shit, man I swear that my vision is gone
Sometimes I be missing my mother, I swear I'm not going for none
They see me going up, bitches throwing up
She can't handle the liquor I'm pouring
Twelve on me so I'm hittin' the dash
Heard yo partner doing down bad
Just like Jim Carrey I put on my mask
Spot a opp, give 'em whiplash
On his head just like a durag
I walk in the function like "Who that?"
Just like Diddy, he flew back
Knock his dread off, this ain't Chiraq
Yuh
She thought I was finna be ethical
'Til she saw the gun in my Ethika
Why they be moving like clones bruh?
Why they be moving like replica?
I'm really not tryna be home bruh
I'm really just tryna be pulling up
Beretta, big bullets gone hit you like a semi-truck
BG, I walk around, I do not give a fuck
Like once again
Bacardi Superior
I think all these pussies are inferior, damn
They tryna get busy, but I'm only tryna get busier
Yuh, Revenge
Revenge
Revenge
Yuh!
(You say it's gone on what?)
Bitch!
Blade on my hip (Young Ghoul)
Blade on my hip (Gang)
Blade on my hip (Gang)
And I'm sippin' Bacardi Superior
Tell me who's lit?
Tell me who's lit?
Tell me who's lit?
Cuz I think all these pussies inferior
Blade on my hip, cut through like a blunt splitter
And I spill out his Dutch guts
All I saw was some blurry-ass shit, man I swear that my vision is gone
Sometimes I be missing my mother, I swear I'm not going for none
They see me going up, bitches throwing up
She can't handle the liquor I'm pouring
Twelve on me so I'm hittin' the dash
Heard yo partner doing down bad
Just like Jim Carrey I put on my mask
Spot a opp, give 'em whiplash
On his head just like a durag
I walk in the function like "Who that?"
Just like Diddy, he flew back
Knock his dread off, this ain't Chiraq
Yuh
She thought I was finna be ethical
'Til she saw the gun in my Ethika
Why they be moving like clones bruh?
Why they be moving like replica?
I'm really not tryna be home bruh
I'm really just tryna be pulling up
Beretta, big bullets gone hit you like a semi-truck
BG, I walk around, I do not give a fuck
Like once again
Bacardi Superior
I think all these pussies are inferior, damn
They tryna get busy, but I'm only tryna get busier
Yuh, Revenge
Revenge
Revenge
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