I be that droopy mother fucker in a all black hoodie Call up Ruby with the all black uzi Smokin' on fruity, while I'm fuckin' with a groupie Grabbin' on her booty, call me Yung Hank Moody Got the red in my eyes Call me Yung October People say my eyes low but I'm just tryna get them lower All day smoker with a hate for being sober Kyle Korver with the 3's, throw 'em up and get slumped Black bitch sitting shotty, white girl in the trunk Lil' weird mother fucker with some gold on my gums Knuckin' and buckin', bitch, it's Grey 59 I'm flippin' and whippin' and dealin' for them dollar signs
[Verse 2: Lil' Uzi the Anti-Christ]
Bitches telling me that I got pretty eyes But when that crescent turn into a full moon they roll in the back of my head It ain't a pretty sight 59 shots in my twisty spine 2 screws in my fucking ankle I'd rather that than 2 nails in my fucking wrist I be that filthy Christ with a crown of barbed wire Feeling tipsy off some sticky sprite Roll the blunt I'm lighting up some misty pine Grey is the color of my fucking skin I ain't a white boy bitch Dead is what I been Wearing gold only cause I got to pay the reaper I be the 7th Ward Dragon Fucking fire breatherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
