TASTE THE RAINBOW
I put diamonds on my grills just so I could taste the rainbow
We got guns and machetes huh I feel like I'm Rambo
We got sticks and drums we moving like a band hoe
I hang with the mob yeah we moving like sopranos
This life I live I love it woah but it wasn't planned no
Lots of snakes up in the grass I think it's time mow
She gon suck it till I cum I said damn hoe
Ugh
She suck it till I cum I said damn hoe
Ugh
I just put my wrist on frozen I'm not talking let it go
You talkin shit you just a bitch I up the pipe and let it blow
Feel like kosher in this bitch because I keep that five below
Imma always keep it real with ya lil bitch I'll let ya know
Sometimes I get down a lil bit I can't let it show
But this paper keep me up yeah my funds never run low
Pretty bitch she fine as shit I told her ass hello
And if she Spanish then it's hola mami tell me what's Bueno
Man fuck
Love this bitch she give me godly dome it's just so good
Out here trappin in these streets like I'm from the fuckin hood
Bitch I'm from the burbs shit your chain will still get took
You wanna be me oh so bad you wish you could
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Yeah You my kid
You my kid my kin huh huh
I'm one of one
You one of eight billion
Huh why they hating on the kid
They don't wanna see me go far they don't wanna see me win
My whip like a nascar but with forgi auto rims
I just popped that x pill now I'm geeked up with my twin
Yo Monëy ain't like mine yeah yo wallets lookin thin
You ain't on what I'm on you ain't on my timing
I put diamonds on my grills just so I could taste the rainbow
We got guns and machetes huh I feel like I'm Rambo
We got sticks and drums we moving like a band hoe
I hang with the mob yeah we moving like sopranos
This life I live I love it woah but it wasn't planned no
Lots of snakes up in the grass I think it's time mow
She gon suck it till I cum I said damn hoe
Ugh
She suck it till I cum I said damn hoe
Ugh
We got guns and machetes huh I feel like I'm Rambo
We got sticks and drums we moving like a band hoe
I hang with the mob yeah we moving like sopranos
This life I live I love it woah but it wasn't planned no
Lots of snakes up in the grass I think it's time mow
She gon suck it till I cum I said damn hoe
Ugh
She suck it till I cum I said damn hoe
Ugh
I just put my wrist on frozen I'm not talking let it go
You talkin shit you just a bitch I up the pipe and let it blow
Feel like kosher in this bitch because I keep that five below
Imma always keep it real with ya lil bitch I'll let ya know
Sometimes I get down a lil bit I can't let it show
But this paper keep me up yeah my funds never run low
Pretty bitch she fine as shit I told her ass hello
And if she Spanish then it's hola mami tell me what's Bueno
Man fuck
Love this bitch she give me godly dome it's just so good
Out here trappin in these streets like I'm from the fuckin hood
Bitch I'm from the burbs shit your chain will still get took
You wanna be me oh so bad you wish you could
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Cuz I'm him
Yeah You my kid
You my kid my kin huh huh
I'm one of one
You one of eight billion
Huh why they hating on the kid
They don't wanna see me go far they don't wanna see me win
My whip like a nascar but with forgi auto rims
I just popped that x pill now I'm geeked up with my twin
Yo Monëy ain't like mine yeah yo wallets lookin thin
You ain't on what I'm on you ain't on my timing
I put diamonds on my grills just so I could taste the rainbow
We got guns and machetes huh I feel like I'm Rambo
We got sticks and drums we moving like a band hoe
I hang with the mob yeah we moving like sopranos
This life I live I love it woah but it wasn't planned no
Lots of snakes up in the grass I think it's time mow
She gon suck it till I cum I said damn hoe
Ugh
She suck it till I cum I said damn hoe
Ugh
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Writer(s): Garrett Wright
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