Can't leave out the place yeah
The f*ck they gon say?
Yeah I walk with a cane yeah
I can't f*ck with a fake, yeah
Give a f*ck bout' the hate
None of them bitches, they ain't in my rank uh
No, you cannot be saved
No clipxzo, yeah I'm walking the plank
Pretty face but the attitude ugly
Bitch I stay by my lone please don't bug me
I'm in that mode please don't rush me
All of these racks that I'm touching
Oh now they tryna' come round' the kid?
Oh no I don't give a f*ck bout' nobody
I would hate for this shit to just end
Running through racks ain't just this in
These lil boys down ain't no hand me
Made two albums of the year need a Grammy
This gon' work I don't have a plan B
I go eye for an eye with no Emmy
Bro, I don't want your f*ckin' girl, you can keep her
All of my emo friends smell like a reefer I'm back at it like a chiefer
I got the keys to this bitch, no Alicia I'm about to paint a picture, Mona Lisa
I hop on the plane, no Visa Bitch, I stunt when I walk like a diva
Goin' fast, ATV like a cheetah won't go near her if she is a cheater
Someday I'll sell out the arena The music too loud, so I just received a note
He take your soul, I'm ridin' with the reaper Ridin' with the reaper
He take your soul, I'm ridin' with the reaper Ridin' with the reaper
No, I'm on go, I'm ridin' with the reaper uh, Ridin' with the reaper
No, I'm on go four two-seater uh Ridin' with the chieifers
Lungs f*cked up, 100 on the meter
Pretty face but the attitude ugly
Bitch I stay by my lone please don't bug me
I'm in that mode please don't rush me
All of these racks that I'm touching
Oh now they tryna' come round' the kid?
Oh no I don't give a f*ck bout' nobody
I would hate for this shit to just end
Running through racks ain't just this in
These lil boys down ain't no hand me
Made two albums of the year need a Grammy
This gon' work I don't have a plan B
I go eye for an eye with no Emmy
Bro, I don't want your f*ckin' girl, you can keep her
All of my emo friends smell like a reefer I'm back at it like a chiefer
I got the keys to this bitch, no Alicia
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Can't leave out the place yeah
The f*ck they gon say?
Yeah I walk with a cane yeah
I can't f*ck with a fake, yeah
Give a f*ck bout' the hate
None of them bitches, they ain't in my rank uh
No, you cannot be saved
No clipxzo, yeah I'm walking the plank
Pretty face but the attitude ugly
Bitch I stay by my lone please don't bug me
I'm in that mode please don't rush me
All of these racks that I'm touching
Oh now they tryna' come round' the kid?
Oh no I don't give a f*ck bout' nobody
I would hate for this shit to just end
Running through racks ain't just this in
These lil boys down ain't no hand me
Made two albums of the year need a Grammy
This gon' work I don't have a plan B
I go eye for an eye with no Emmy
Bro, I don't want your f*ckin' girl, you can keep her
All of my emo friends smell like a reefer I'm back at it like a chiefer
I got the keys to this bitch, no Alicia I'm about to paint a picture, Mona Lisa
I hop on the plane, no Visa Bitch, I stunt when I walk like a diva
Goin' fast, ATV like a cheetah won't go near her if she is a cheater
Someday I'll sell out the arena The music too loud, so I just received a note
He take your soul, I'm ridin' with the reaper Ridin' with the reaper
He take your soul, I'm ridin' with the reaper Ridin' with the reaper
No, I'm on go, I'm ridin' with the reaper uh, Ridin' with the reaper
No, I'm on go four two-seater uh Ridin' with the chieifers
Lungs f*cked up, 100 on the meter
Pretty face but the attitude ugly
Bitch I stay by my lone please don't bug me
I'm in that mode please don't rush me
All of these racks that I'm touching
Oh now they tryna' come round' the kid?
Oh no I don't give a f*ck bout' nobody
I would hate for this shit to just end
Running through racks ain't just this in
These lil boys down ain't no hand me
Made two albums of the year need a Grammy
This gon' work I don't have a plan B
I go eye for an eye with no Emmy
Bro, I don't want your f*ckin' girl, you can keep her
All of my emo friends smell like a reefer I'm back at it like a chiefer
I got the keys to this bitch, no Alicia
The f*ck they gon say?
Yeah I walk with a cane yeah
I can't f*ck with a fake, yeah
Give a f*ck bout' the hate
None of them bitches, they ain't in my rank uh
No, you cannot be saved
No clipxzo, yeah I'm walking the plank
Pretty face but the attitude ugly
Bitch I stay by my lone please don't bug me
I'm in that mode please don't rush me
All of these racks that I'm touching
Oh now they tryna' come round' the kid?
Oh no I don't give a f*ck bout' nobody
I would hate for this shit to just end
Running through racks ain't just this in
These lil boys down ain't no hand me
Made two albums of the year need a Grammy
This gon' work I don't have a plan B
I go eye for an eye with no Emmy
Bro, I don't want your f*ckin' girl, you can keep her
All of my emo friends smell like a reefer I'm back at it like a chiefer
I got the keys to this bitch, no Alicia I'm about to paint a picture, Mona Lisa
I hop on the plane, no Visa Bitch, I stunt when I walk like a diva
Goin' fast, ATV like a cheetah won't go near her if she is a cheater
Someday I'll sell out the arena The music too loud, so I just received a note
He take your soul, I'm ridin' with the reaper Ridin' with the reaper
He take your soul, I'm ridin' with the reaper Ridin' with the reaper
No, I'm on go, I'm ridin' with the reaper uh, Ridin' with the reaper
No, I'm on go four two-seater uh Ridin' with the chieifers
Lungs f*cked up, 100 on the meter
Pretty face but the attitude ugly
Bitch I stay by my lone please don't bug me
I'm in that mode please don't rush me
All of these racks that I'm touching
Oh now they tryna' come round' the kid?
Oh no I don't give a f*ck bout' nobody
I would hate for this shit to just end
Running through racks ain't just this in
These lil boys down ain't no hand me
Made two albums of the year need a Grammy
This gon' work I don't have a plan B
I go eye for an eye with no Emmy
Bro, I don't want your f*ckin' girl, you can keep her
All of my emo friends smell like a reefer I'm back at it like a chiefer
I got the keys to this bitch, no Alicia
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