[Intro: Yung Christ] (You did good $lick) (It's a SMASH!) Wetto, Wetto, Wetto Wetto, Wetto, Wetto Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
[Verse 1: Yung Christ] I got the Glock in my yoga pants Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance Swangin' that K' with an open stance Loaded from smoking that opium Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's in All of my walls, they closing in 51/50, they tryna come get me Just minding my business and moseying Matte black, smokin' packs Panic attacks, back to back Xanax on my lap, debating, should I relapse? But back to the hoe I was talkin' 'bout I just wanna put it up in her mouth Pimping up in my blood, what's up cuz? Thuggin' that dirty South Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59 Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side $licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughtеr up your daughter Yung Jesus with them Forgi wheels don't walk, hе drive on water Anytime, any place, any hood, any state Good 'til it fuckin' ain't, woods to the fucking face Ridin' with my baby sage, lines on expensive plates Tears on my diamond chains, stoic never looking phased Poet when I'm spitting game (Game) Show me how that pussy shaved (Shaved) Dosage climbin' with my shame (Shame) Mama crying for my pain (Pain) Will they ever understand? Can I even help my dad? Money fuckin' up my fam', giving untill there's nothing left Pulling up in that latest (Damn!) Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends Hoe we just fucking, I don't date fans I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans Went to my hood and I copped some land Blowing through my money like Democrats Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax
[Verse 2: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard] Why the fuck you look to me for help? There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt I'm 31, still don't know how to take care of myself Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt Maybe in the next life I'll come back as a nice belt, Ion' know There's a fine line between me and you The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and probably puke Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through But I'm still shining, baby girl wylin' Catch me riding by with that look in my eyes Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm gripping my nine Yeah, I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height Standing tall over my grave Make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made I can't put them on my wall, that shit just ain't my taste It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste! Lil Shawty wanna marry me, I said "You're better off in debt" If it didn't work out baby, I'll be real hard to forget German whips and private jets, private beaches to access Fuck on me baby, I'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat I ride for my family that's Grey*59 Try and be all I can be and not waste my time On the brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind
[Outro: Yung Christ & Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard] Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59 Three fingers in the air Three fingers in the air Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59 Three fingers in the air, m- Three fingers in the air, main All about my family that's Grey*59 All about my family that's Grey*59 Try and be all I can be and I waste my ti-ti-ti-time Try and be all I can be and I waste my timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.