D-d-d-d-d-d-damn son, where'd you find that shit? E-e-e-easy
Floor the gas When I put your hand up in the wheel, yeah shit can get real! (Dat way!) Cause I know I'm the bad guy Pussy boy get a mill Broke boy! Talkin all dat shit but you still Broke boy! You ain't got no funds you a Bitch boy! You're so fucking annoying cause you're so fucking broke, get a job you bummy ass boy! Left me on ghost I'll eat your bones You're a broke ass boy Get my name up out yo motherfuckin' mouth! Shoot out Shoot out Find out in fact I'm on my own Baby girl like the kush pack Smokin' loud Cool if I chill? But my nine has to hang out Bustin' my steel turn that shit to a heater Got her gulping on my shit she a eater Varsity kid so I watch my bleachers Baby so cute she give me brain fevers! Wooden coffin Someone call FEMA Hail Mary Clenched on to my Nina Law wants me Need a warrant and subpoenas Light you up bitch boy I will smoke ya Roll you up, broke boy I will toke ya!
I'm so fuckin' tired of it [?] Broke boy, he throwing a fit He wish he could have a shot [?] You're broke and missing it Your clothes aren't fitting it While she's kissing me Far out, yeah, shut her up Pour your cup, and drink it up [?] I'm so fuckin' tired of it [?] Broke boy, he throwing a fit He wish he could have a shot
E-e-e-easy He wish he could have a shot He could have a shotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
