Wassup it's the boy you what the f*ck it is
Bundled up but you know the wrist keep me cold bitch
You the typa hoe (I sacrifice on top of my TEMPLO)
Oh that line was so f*cking sick come here feel my lymph nodes
Bitch if you begging for my info (understand my ways too sinful)
The boy a straight schizo symbol spit a dopeboy jingle
Yeah that's most my kinfolk (push work so nimble)
LAMES boosting like Napoleon (you forgot the crystals)
Auntie pushed ice in chi now the boy in AZ (with a god damn wristful)
Go Dutch on and O then we go hit (Bristol)
Heard the boy stopped slanging then it musta been a miquote
(Heart fulla gold and a polymer pistol)
Nineteen straight jacket (dealing with the withdrawals)
Grams in your pocket? (Bitch I got a kilo in my missle)
Hoe no stripes, but get it right I'm official focused on my fiscal you don't want these issues
(Now butter me up bitch you know I'm a roll )
Lotta heat in the valley (better duck and lay low)
Make galley waves sweeter than a red pop faygo
(Half a pound of Molly in a tinted winnebago)
Whatever I say goes, clock twelve hell you know I lay low
(Tell dre I been getting pesos)
(I'm pretty sure I just killed the plug yeah I just killed plug (he's dead)
(Either way I was gonna always gonna be this insane or I just needed a hug)
I'm chasing bread
Either way I been up for days (selling dope getting paid)
F*ck pain it'll fade I'll be okay (yeah I'll be okay)
Seems like yesterday I was off a bean whipping to coco in my lac
Now I'm selling yae and using morphine to cut the pack
I bring it back to the burbs oh bitch I got that clip and the work f*cka perc dope
Running for an oxy cops prolly shoulda stopped me but
(Everytime I re-up it's like Yahtzee) diamonds on me
Dancing like a f*cking liberachi fake f*cks claiming they my (fam if so I'm itachi ice cold)
All my shooters stay so so (frosty) bitch don't cross me (bitch get off me)
Alskanbullworm the world (with a softy) moved past the Molly and Marriott's
(Now I'm lofty), got a bad bitch tight pussy f*ck her raw if she boss me
(Now butter me up bitch, you know I'm on a roll)
Lotta heat in the valley (better duck and lay low)
Make galley waves sweeter than a red pop faygo
(Half a pound of Molly in a tinted Winnebago)
Clock twelve and I lay low
(Half a pound of Molly in a tinted winnebago)
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Wassup it's the boy you what the f*ck it is
Bundled up but you know the wrist keep me cold bitch
You the typa hoe (I sacrifice on top of my TEMPLO)
Oh that line was so f*cking sick come here feel my lymph nodes
Bitch if you begging for my info (understand my ways too sinful)
The boy a straight schizo symbol spit a dopeboy jingle
Yeah that's most my kinfolk (push work so nimble)
LAMES boosting like Napoleon (you forgot the crystals)
Auntie pushed ice in chi now the boy in AZ (with a god damn wristful)
Go Dutch on and O then we go hit (Bristol)
Heard the boy stopped slanging then it musta been a miquote
(Heart fulla gold and a polymer pistol)
Nineteen straight jacket (dealing with the withdrawals)
Grams in your pocket? (Bitch I got a kilo in my missle)
Hoe no stripes, but get it right I'm official focused on my fiscal you don't want these issues
(Now butter me up bitch you know I'm a roll )
Lotta heat in the valley (better duck and lay low)
Make galley waves sweeter than a red pop faygo
(Half a pound of Molly in a tinted winnebago)
Whatever I say goes, clock twelve hell you know I lay low
(Tell dre I been getting pesos)
(I'm pretty sure I just killed the plug yeah I just killed plug (he's dead)
(Either way I was gonna always gonna be this insane or I just needed a hug)
I'm chasing bread
Either way I been up for days (selling dope getting paid)
F*ck pain it'll fade I'll be okay (yeah I'll be okay)
Seems like yesterday I was off a bean whipping to coco in my lac
Now I'm selling yae and using morphine to cut the pack
I bring it back to the burbs oh bitch I got that clip and the work f*cka perc dope
Running for an oxy cops prolly shoulda stopped me but
(Everytime I re-up it's like Yahtzee) diamonds on me
Dancing like a f*cking liberachi fake f*cks claiming they my (fam if so I'm itachi ice cold)
All my shooters stay so so (frosty) bitch don't cross me (bitch get off me)
Alskanbullworm the world (with a softy) moved past the Molly and Marriott's
(Now I'm lofty), got a bad bitch tight pussy f*ck her raw if she boss me
(Now butter me up bitch, you know I'm on a roll)
Lotta heat in the valley (better duck and lay low)
Make galley waves sweeter than a red pop faygo
(Half a pound of Molly in a tinted Winnebago)
Clock twelve and I lay low
(Half a pound of Molly in a tinted winnebago)
Bundled up but you know the wrist keep me cold bitch
You the typa hoe (I sacrifice on top of my TEMPLO)
Oh that line was so f*cking sick come here feel my lymph nodes
Bitch if you begging for my info (understand my ways too sinful)
The boy a straight schizo symbol spit a dopeboy jingle
Yeah that's most my kinfolk (push work so nimble)
LAMES boosting like Napoleon (you forgot the crystals)
Auntie pushed ice in chi now the boy in AZ (with a god damn wristful)
Go Dutch on and O then we go hit (Bristol)
Heard the boy stopped slanging then it musta been a miquote
(Heart fulla gold and a polymer pistol)
Nineteen straight jacket (dealing with the withdrawals)
Grams in your pocket? (Bitch I got a kilo in my missle)
Hoe no stripes, but get it right I'm official focused on my fiscal you don't want these issues
(Now butter me up bitch you know I'm a roll )
Lotta heat in the valley (better duck and lay low)
Make galley waves sweeter than a red pop faygo
(Half a pound of Molly in a tinted winnebago)
Whatever I say goes, clock twelve hell you know I lay low
(Tell dre I been getting pesos)
(I'm pretty sure I just killed the plug yeah I just killed plug (he's dead)
(Either way I was gonna always gonna be this insane or I just needed a hug)
I'm chasing bread
Either way I been up for days (selling dope getting paid)
F*ck pain it'll fade I'll be okay (yeah I'll be okay)
Seems like yesterday I was off a bean whipping to coco in my lac
Now I'm selling yae and using morphine to cut the pack
I bring it back to the burbs oh bitch I got that clip and the work f*cka perc dope
Running for an oxy cops prolly shoulda stopped me but
(Everytime I re-up it's like Yahtzee) diamonds on me
Dancing like a f*cking liberachi fake f*cks claiming they my (fam if so I'm itachi ice cold)
All my shooters stay so so (frosty) bitch don't cross me (bitch get off me)
Alskanbullworm the world (with a softy) moved past the Molly and Marriott's
(Now I'm lofty), got a bad bitch tight pussy f*ck her raw if she boss me
(Now butter me up bitch, you know I'm on a roll)
Lotta heat in the valley (better duck and lay low)
Make galley waves sweeter than a red pop faygo
(Half a pound of Molly in a tinted Winnebago)
Clock twelve and I lay low
(Half a pound of Molly in a tinted winnebago)
Writer: Liam Barretta
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid