Who the fuck am I? O-to-the-dizzy bitch You ain't a 90's kid, if yous born in '96 We going triple platinum, they ridin' on my dick Yo bitch looking thirsty, I buy her a lemon brisk Brown liquor and I'm feasting on some lobster bisque Bathing Ape attire, how can these whores resist? I'm so beautiful, it's perfect how my face look Your girl middle name is Taylor Gang on Facebook
Oh shit, these niggas Coming back for another kidnapping Your boys and your dad and your mother Run up in your crib with a gat and my brother Out our muhfucking way you getting slapped muhfucka Get away in the back, all black muhfucka Wood on the dash with the mag sitting under Hop out the whip (?) Why you looking like that? You just mad 'cause they love us
Buchanan, my name is Tom Buchanan Bitches get to talking and my hand It gets to smacking Buchanan, they call me Tom Buchanan Sippin' brown liquor mayne, I'm so damn extravagant
Buchanan, my name is Tom Buchanan Bitches get to talking and my hand It gets to smacking Buchanan, they call me Tom Buchanan Sippin' brown liquor mayne, I'm so damn extravagant
"Dude I'm so drunk" Yeah, fuck your tribe slut Yo bitch into panties and I bet she's vibing us 12 gallons of premium grey tiger blood And, Bianca ain't even as live as us
Listen here dumb nigga It ain't rapping and shit While I'm grabbing and 'tacking And smacking a bitch
I'm an ass (?) I ain't ask what you think All I ask you, you bitch Is show us some tits Now which fuck nigga In here don't understand shit
When I'm spitting it clear Splitting this girl Get it in from the rear And I won't stop 'till the bitch shed a tear Yeah, I know it sounds real cruel But I don't give a fuck Because it sounds real cool Got something to say?
Well then bitch nigga say it (?) when I'm bitch nigga spraying Your mixtape dropped? Well I ain't heard it Or dissed y'all niggas because y'all ain't worth it Niggas trying test but they ain't heard a verse yet I'm just waiting 'till the day we versus
Pretty nigga, long hair like Rapunzel Pretty bitch, I do your girlfriend like a puzzle She get around the whole team, call her muzzle I keep a leash and a bourbon in the duffle Thirty-five trillion, my swag is infinite That's camouflage, everything is called militant God of the trap, everything legitimate High class, call me Mr. Sophisticate Back in this motherfucka (?) Well uh, 118 on my jacket (?) Can't understand, need some captions (?) Major nigga, fuck your faction
Buchanan, my name is Tom Buchanan Bitches get to talking and my hand It gets to smacking Buchanan, they call me Tom Buchanan Sippin' brown liquor mayne, I'm so damn extravagant
"Dude I'm so drunk" "My girlfriend says I gotta go home" "Major 118, do you know the way to Fresno?" Yeah, fuck your tribeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
