Fisher - Price
Hey hey
Oh my god
Oh my god
What
(Ha ha)
Woah
Oh my god
Swervin' through these lanes and I'm whippin' in that Fisher-Price
I got hundred round drum by my thigh side
I got chicken wing and I got Popeyes
I got Fisher-Price parked out side (Side)
I could see shit leaking out your soul (Pussy woo)
Muthafucka acting like his heart turned cold (Nigga woo)
I just put on, on my jacket put on my coat (Brr)
All black like I was a muthafuckin' pope (Preach nigga)
Muthafucka where that nigga hiding where he at (Nigga nigga nigga)
See muthafuckin' nigga where he hiding where he at (Where he at?)
We gon' pull up catch you lacking pull up with the strap (Bow bow)
Expose you with yo pants down where yo pants at? (Uh oh)
See I'm the big shark in this ocean by myself (Yeah)
See I just made it I didn't need nobody else's help (Uh oh)
I just went to hell made it back, I didn't yell (Uh oh)
Woah look me up like that shit was on Yelp (Rate me)
Swervin' through these lanes and I'm whippin' in that Fisher-Price (Skrr skrr)
I got hundred round drum by my thigh side
I got chicken wing and I got Popeyes
I got Fisher-Price parked out side (Side)
(I love the medicine)
I'm gon'
I'm gon get it that's a fact yeah
I ran it up so damn high y'all nigga ain't seen that yeah
Imma slide with the big ARP on us it's a big ass mac yeah
Imma hit that bitch Imma swing full base like shit was a bat
Bitch make me feel sum
Cause lately I don't wanna trust on nobody
I keep me a gun cause I kill some
And all of this shit on my chest and my mind
I might pop me a pill just to kill one
And I don't wanna die but the OD is still on my mind
Like I'm sipping that red one
And I'm taking the lean
Take that shit to the head like I wanna feel some
Bitch I'm screwed up like, like I just hit the deep end
I give a fuck about you boy like I just been tweakin'
Yeah I'm really different you could tell by how it's feeling
Boy I'm bout this bidness I'm gon' stack up twenty million
Swervin' through these lanes and I'm whippin' in that Fisher-Price
I got hundred round drum by my thigh side
I got chicken wing and I got Popeyes
I got Fisher-Price parked out side (Side)
Oh my god
Oh my god
What
(Ha ha)
Woah
Oh my god
Swervin' through these lanes and I'm whippin' in that Fisher-Price
I got hundred round drum by my thigh side
I got chicken wing and I got Popeyes
I got Fisher-Price parked out side (Side)
I could see shit leaking out your soul (Pussy woo)
Muthafucka acting like his heart turned cold (Nigga woo)
I just put on, on my jacket put on my coat (Brr)
All black like I was a muthafuckin' pope (Preach nigga)
Muthafucka where that nigga hiding where he at (Nigga nigga nigga)
See muthafuckin' nigga where he hiding where he at (Where he at?)
We gon' pull up catch you lacking pull up with the strap (Bow bow)
Expose you with yo pants down where yo pants at? (Uh oh)
See I'm the big shark in this ocean by myself (Yeah)
See I just made it I didn't need nobody else's help (Uh oh)
I just went to hell made it back, I didn't yell (Uh oh)
Woah look me up like that shit was on Yelp (Rate me)
Swervin' through these lanes and I'm whippin' in that Fisher-Price (Skrr skrr)
I got hundred round drum by my thigh side
I got chicken wing and I got Popeyes
I got Fisher-Price parked out side (Side)
(I love the medicine)
I'm gon'
I'm gon get it that's a fact yeah
I ran it up so damn high y'all nigga ain't seen that yeah
Imma slide with the big ARP on us it's a big ass mac yeah
Imma hit that bitch Imma swing full base like shit was a bat
Bitch make me feel sum
Cause lately I don't wanna trust on nobody
I keep me a gun cause I kill some
And all of this shit on my chest and my mind
I might pop me a pill just to kill one
And I don't wanna die but the OD is still on my mind
Like I'm sipping that red one
And I'm taking the lean
Take that shit to the head like I wanna feel some
Bitch I'm screwed up like, like I just hit the deep end
I give a fuck about you boy like I just been tweakin'
Yeah I'm really different you could tell by how it's feeling
Boy I'm bout this bidness I'm gon' stack up twenty million
Swervin' through these lanes and I'm whippin' in that Fisher-Price
I got hundred round drum by my thigh side
I got chicken wing and I got Popeyes
I got Fisher-Price parked out side (Side)
Credits
Writer(s): Basam, Kaeden
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