Helmut Lang, whole fit fake, how much do you make? (How much?)
How the f*ck you sleep at night? I don't wan' see your face
Lil' AR on me, that's a baby Drac' (Baby K)
I'm off Perc' 30, I can't feel my face
You do me dirty, bitch, we partin' ways
Every time I pop out in public, you know I f*ckin' slay
I'm posted up with J (Hold up), I don't feel okay
Bitch talkin' down on me, I'll slap yo' f*ckin' face
Smash that goofy f*ckin' skull like a f*ckin' vase
Up the f*ckin' bass (Hold up)
I'm tryna see some brains (Hold up)
Curb stomp the motherf*cker, rob and sell his K (Rob him out his shit)
I'm in the rich countin' mil's in the lobby
(Pussy lil' bitch, come say you sorry)
I'm with yo' bitch gettin' sloppy, that toppy
(Played yo' bitch like a damn Atari)
I'm high as f*ck, doin' pills with Toxi
I can never break the thrill of Oxy'
And I can not say I'm truly sorry (I'm not)
But I f*cked the bag up ho, I'm stupid, sorry
I'm noddin' off, but ain't no way I'm goin' to bed, man
I'm stayin' up of all these drugs, on all these meds, man
I look like a dead man, shoot you with my left hand
We was off that Opium, way before X-Man
All I count is, guala, guala, I'm not tryna flex, man
We rock like Tame Impala with these drums, but it's one man (Boom, boom, boom)
I been on these drugs again
I'm with lil' Vic, we in La Crosse, sippin' that mud again
I'm with my mud bruddas, these my muddy kids
I rock these new rocks, these my muddy kicks
I stomp on pussy face and turn 'em bloody kicks
I stomp him on the curb 'cause he ain't on shit
Nah, he just talk shit, punch him in his dumb shit
(Get the f*ck up out my DM, all these bitches ugly)
(And we gon' catch his ass in public)
(We gon' catch his ass in public, there's no turning back)
Helmut Lang, whole fit fake, how much do you make? (How much?)
How the f*ck you sleep at night? I don't wan' see your face
Lil' AR on me, that's a baby Drac' (Baby K)
I'm off Perc' 30, I can't feel my face
You do me dirty, bitch, we partin' ways
Every time I pop out in public, you know I f*ckin' slay
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Helmut Lang, whole fit fake, how much do you make? (How much?)
How the f*ck you sleep at night? I don't wan' see your face
Lil' AR on me, that's a baby Drac' (Baby K)
I'm off Perc' 30, I can't feel my face
You do me dirty, bitch, we partin' ways
Every time I pop out in public, you know I f*ckin' slay
I'm posted up with J (Hold up), I don't feel okay
Bitch talkin' down on me, I'll slap yo' f*ckin' face
Smash that goofy f*ckin' skull like a f*ckin' vase
Up the f*ckin' bass (Hold up)
I'm tryna see some brains (Hold up)
Curb stomp the motherf*cker, rob and sell his K (Rob him out his shit)
I'm in the rich countin' mil's in the lobby
(Pussy lil' bitch, come say you sorry)
I'm with yo' bitch gettin' sloppy, that toppy
(Played yo' bitch like a damn Atari)
I'm high as f*ck, doin' pills with Toxi
I can never break the thrill of Oxy'
And I can not say I'm truly sorry (I'm not)
But I f*cked the bag up ho, I'm stupid, sorry
I'm noddin' off, but ain't no way I'm goin' to bed, man
I'm stayin' up of all these drugs, on all these meds, man
I look like a dead man, shoot you with my left hand
We was off that Opium, way before X-Man
All I count is, guala, guala, I'm not tryna flex, man
We rock like Tame Impala with these drums, but it's one man (Boom, boom, boom)
I been on these drugs again
I'm with lil' Vic, we in La Crosse, sippin' that mud again
I'm with my mud bruddas, these my muddy kids
I rock these new rocks, these my muddy kicks
I stomp on pussy face and turn 'em bloody kicks
I stomp him on the curb 'cause he ain't on shit
Nah, he just talk shit, punch him in his dumb shit
(Get the f*ck up out my DM, all these bitches ugly)
(And we gon' catch his ass in public)
(We gon' catch his ass in public, there's no turning back)
Helmut Lang, whole fit fake, how much do you make? (How much?)
How the f*ck you sleep at night? I don't wan' see your face
Lil' AR on me, that's a baby Drac' (Baby K)
I'm off Perc' 30, I can't feel my face
You do me dirty, bitch, we partin' ways
Every time I pop out in public, you know I f*ckin' slay
How the f*ck you sleep at night? I don't wan' see your face
Lil' AR on me, that's a baby Drac' (Baby K)
I'm off Perc' 30, I can't feel my face
You do me dirty, bitch, we partin' ways
Every time I pop out in public, you know I f*ckin' slay
I'm posted up with J (Hold up), I don't feel okay
Bitch talkin' down on me, I'll slap yo' f*ckin' face
Smash that goofy f*ckin' skull like a f*ckin' vase
Up the f*ckin' bass (Hold up)
I'm tryna see some brains (Hold up)
Curb stomp the motherf*cker, rob and sell his K (Rob him out his shit)
I'm in the rich countin' mil's in the lobby
(Pussy lil' bitch, come say you sorry)
I'm with yo' bitch gettin' sloppy, that toppy
(Played yo' bitch like a damn Atari)
I'm high as f*ck, doin' pills with Toxi
I can never break the thrill of Oxy'
And I can not say I'm truly sorry (I'm not)
But I f*cked the bag up ho, I'm stupid, sorry
I'm noddin' off, but ain't no way I'm goin' to bed, man
I'm stayin' up of all these drugs, on all these meds, man
I look like a dead man, shoot you with my left hand
We was off that Opium, way before X-Man
All I count is, guala, guala, I'm not tryna flex, man
We rock like Tame Impala with these drums, but it's one man (Boom, boom, boom)
I been on these drugs again
I'm with lil' Vic, we in La Crosse, sippin' that mud again
I'm with my mud bruddas, these my muddy kids
I rock these new rocks, these my muddy kicks
I stomp on pussy face and turn 'em bloody kicks
I stomp him on the curb 'cause he ain't on shit
Nah, he just talk shit, punch him in his dumb shit
(Get the f*ck up out my DM, all these bitches ugly)
(And we gon' catch his ass in public)
(We gon' catch his ass in public, there's no turning back)
Helmut Lang, whole fit fake, how much do you make? (How much?)
How the f*ck you sleep at night? I don't wan' see your face
Lil' AR on me, that's a baby Drac' (Baby K)
I'm off Perc' 30, I can't feel my face
You do me dirty, bitch, we partin' ways
Every time I pop out in public, you know I f*ckin' slay
Writer: Forestwlkr Xenia
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