Why your watch look like it's flooded in the fog?
When there's shots why you runnin why not jog?
Where's your pea shooter not the pea brain in between ya Soulja pods?
Jesus leave it where's ya piece just go to god
Look in the mirror you an actress that's the only way you know a broad
Hair extensions or extendo's?
Let ya Gucci belt just wear some weapons don't pretend tho
Silicone leakin when you scoop the ice off hoes
You like to roll?
So cool when you smoke blunts to the camera
But choke up when real matters come
Want this beef yet you go vegan when I bring the slab of some
Make it rain away you Owe me some
That chain is fake but I'm a Phony one
Signed my soul to slave we blowing up
Foreign whip and bitch I know we dumb
I look at me like I'm the Only one
I look at me like I'm the Only one
Hopefully these the 808s that'll get us on
Watch us make a tape that wed get richer from
Versace the shotties the gaudy expenses
The groupies and money are all we obsess with
Exploitin the trap for some hits and watch the hoochies swell
Till I'm 40 and alone caught hangin by my Gucci belt
The lust for the funds is melting my mind
The drugs that I huff is selling my rhymes
Rollin in rehab my wheelchair on these 20s
Holdin them keys bad I feel there oops be hunting
Aim for the stars before you re align the Hubble
America a trap passin freedom by as a hustle
Make a hater give me head so its f*ck what you think
Wash my sins away with all the blood on my sink
Watch em give the hate disguised as love for me
This shit manufactured
Spam ya back up
Hand the clappers
Stan the trappers
Grams and cancers
Throw em out its cobra kai so put that wax on after
All The robes of death designer
Washed by those who wept behind us
Got my own set of tyrants
Who the hell do I think I am? Homie I'm your sire They ask me
Who the hell do you think you aren't
I tell em
I am all that what brutes thought
I wasn't whenever y'all threw shots
For my dawgs you gonna let this young fool bark
Another glitchin up in systems public wishes stuck religion governments
And under pigments love and kisses to the ones who's missin
Cuz you slippin as y'all chase what you isn't
Who f*ckin with him?
Make it rain away you Owe me some
That chain is fake but I'm a Phony one
Signed my soul to slave we blowing up
Foreign whip and bitch I know we dumb
I look at me like I'm the Only one
I look at me like I'm the Only one
Im in love with the coldest girl
Choke f*ck them till I broke em pearls
Can run a train on thots by the loose ass tracks on they weave tho
Ass was gained by some shots no not by the mags instead a needle
Hyna cracks cuz she can f*ck for days like an addict
Tryna bag even if I suffocate on the plastic
Rappers actin like they bitches too
Gettin beat by labels now they clit is loose
Act like you don't fear blocks with hordes of gats and gangs
I can see your tear drops of scorchin acid rain
Coulda sworn I grabbed a snatch the way he cried when I snatch his chain
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Why your watch look like it's flooded in the fog?
When there's shots why you runnin why not jog?
Where's your pea shooter not the pea brain in between ya Soulja pods?
Jesus leave it where's ya piece just go to god
Look in the mirror you an actress that's the only way you know a broad
Hair extensions or extendo's?
Let ya Gucci belt just wear some weapons don't pretend tho
Silicone leakin when you scoop the ice off hoes
You like to roll?
So cool when you smoke blunts to the camera
But choke up when real matters come
Want this beef yet you go vegan when I bring the slab of some
Make it rain away you Owe me some
That chain is fake but I'm a Phony one
Signed my soul to slave we blowing up
Foreign whip and bitch I know we dumb
I look at me like I'm the Only one
I look at me like I'm the Only one
Hopefully these the 808s that'll get us on
Watch us make a tape that wed get richer from
Versace the shotties the gaudy expenses
The groupies and money are all we obsess with
Exploitin the trap for some hits and watch the hoochies swell
Till I'm 40 and alone caught hangin by my Gucci belt
The lust for the funds is melting my mind
The drugs that I huff is selling my rhymes
Rollin in rehab my wheelchair on these 20s
Holdin them keys bad I feel there oops be hunting
Aim for the stars before you re align the Hubble
America a trap passin freedom by as a hustle
Make a hater give me head so its f*ck what you think
Wash my sins away with all the blood on my sink
Watch em give the hate disguised as love for me
This shit manufactured
Spam ya back up
Hand the clappers
Stan the trappers
Grams and cancers
Throw em out its cobra kai so put that wax on after
All The robes of death designer
Washed by those who wept behind us
Got my own set of tyrants
Who the hell do I think I am? Homie I'm your sire They ask me
Who the hell do you think you aren't
I tell em
I am all that what brutes thought
I wasn't whenever y'all threw shots
For my dawgs you gonna let this young fool bark
Another glitchin up in systems public wishes stuck religion governments
And under pigments love and kisses to the ones who's missin
Cuz you slippin as y'all chase what you isn't
Who f*ckin with him?
Make it rain away you Owe me some
That chain is fake but I'm a Phony one
Signed my soul to slave we blowing up
Foreign whip and bitch I know we dumb
I look at me like I'm the Only one
I look at me like I'm the Only one
Im in love with the coldest girl
Choke f*ck them till I broke em pearls
Can run a train on thots by the loose ass tracks on they weave tho
Ass was gained by some shots no not by the mags instead a needle
Hyna cracks cuz she can f*ck for days like an addict
Tryna bag even if I suffocate on the plastic
Rappers actin like they bitches too
Gettin beat by labels now they clit is loose
Act like you don't fear blocks with hordes of gats and gangs
I can see your tear drops of scorchin acid rain
Coulda sworn I grabbed a snatch the way he cried when I snatch his chain
When there's shots why you runnin why not jog?
Where's your pea shooter not the pea brain in between ya Soulja pods?
Jesus leave it where's ya piece just go to god
Look in the mirror you an actress that's the only way you know a broad
Hair extensions or extendo's?
Let ya Gucci belt just wear some weapons don't pretend tho
Silicone leakin when you scoop the ice off hoes
You like to roll?
So cool when you smoke blunts to the camera
But choke up when real matters come
Want this beef yet you go vegan when I bring the slab of some
Make it rain away you Owe me some
That chain is fake but I'm a Phony one
Signed my soul to slave we blowing up
Foreign whip and bitch I know we dumb
I look at me like I'm the Only one
I look at me like I'm the Only one
Hopefully these the 808s that'll get us on
Watch us make a tape that wed get richer from
Versace the shotties the gaudy expenses
The groupies and money are all we obsess with
Exploitin the trap for some hits and watch the hoochies swell
Till I'm 40 and alone caught hangin by my Gucci belt
The lust for the funds is melting my mind
The drugs that I huff is selling my rhymes
Rollin in rehab my wheelchair on these 20s
Holdin them keys bad I feel there oops be hunting
Aim for the stars before you re align the Hubble
America a trap passin freedom by as a hustle
Make a hater give me head so its f*ck what you think
Wash my sins away with all the blood on my sink
Watch em give the hate disguised as love for me
This shit manufactured
Spam ya back up
Hand the clappers
Stan the trappers
Grams and cancers
Throw em out its cobra kai so put that wax on after
All The robes of death designer
Washed by those who wept behind us
Got my own set of tyrants
Who the hell do I think I am? Homie I'm your sire They ask me
Who the hell do you think you aren't
I tell em
I am all that what brutes thought
I wasn't whenever y'all threw shots
For my dawgs you gonna let this young fool bark
Another glitchin up in systems public wishes stuck religion governments
And under pigments love and kisses to the ones who's missin
Cuz you slippin as y'all chase what you isn't
Who f*ckin with him?
Make it rain away you Owe me some
That chain is fake but I'm a Phony one
Signed my soul to slave we blowing up
Foreign whip and bitch I know we dumb
I look at me like I'm the Only one
I look at me like I'm the Only one
Im in love with the coldest girl
Choke f*ck them till I broke em pearls
Can run a train on thots by the loose ass tracks on they weave tho
Ass was gained by some shots no not by the mags instead a needle
Hyna cracks cuz she can f*ck for days like an addict
Tryna bag even if I suffocate on the plastic
Rappers actin like they bitches too
Gettin beat by labels now they clit is loose
Act like you don't fear blocks with hordes of gats and gangs
I can see your tear drops of scorchin acid rain
Coulda sworn I grabbed a snatch the way he cried when I snatch his chain
Writer: Aaron Casas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid