Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: raiden]
Imma have to fuckin smoke before I record
Tell the new boy to Check up on the door
Cop knocking fuck boy
You could catch this fade
I been around a bus couldn’t stop me
I been around a lot of xan sigmapi
Waves up now the whole world wanna roll tide
[Verse 2: atcreams]
The emotions i envoke in all these honeys they be potent
S’why im hopin that i never open up
We was never datin, so we never broken up
And I never did enough
And either way you look at it both of us is fucked
Watch us Wither way to dust boi down to dirt
S’why I’m so damn down to earth
3 peat in 2 states got me cheesin out like a curd
All i know im trap happy
Got six bitches mad at me
And I beat that mad tabby
Alabama grabbed the natty
Things I miss I list em sadly
3 ratchets and a blunt wrap
J buddah finna hunt that
In 'n’ out from the west coast
Made gouda then we finna come back from
Fo co Colorado, drivin wit the mangoscato
Boi you need to bring a bottle, but the money ain’t the problem, I just know we drink alotta when we swerving around the potholes
Make no mistake this my life ain’t yours to take
Kit kat bar ima break ur face
See a cop car ima hit the brakes
Game of life boi, not a race you just wasting time boi outta place, Raiden take
[Verse 3: Blu Yimmy]
Leaders are followers
Go ahead, listen, follow this
Tell ya boo to come swallow this
Often he spit some college shit
Reckoned to wreck, this shit just on some lawless shit
Still truthful & stupid
Get this verb and deposit it
With this vigor so youthful
I hope this shit isn’t wrong, is it?
Connect live across the country, went to pay mom a visit
Told her i been livin, cursin, spittin, killin shit
She said unto me 'boy, get your pharmacy’
[Verse 4: atcreams]
Break it down, break it down
Come a long way cookin eggs with the bacon now
Watch me nay nay stanky leg, ya I’ll take u out
Hand up on your hip girl watch it slither down
Will u be my baby daddy and i be like nah
Cuz you can’t cook and you can’t clean
You’ll rob me for what i got
That may not be a lot, but i ain’t sharin with no thots
Oh am i sharin all my thoughts
Oh boy just tell me when to stop
You can hate on all our music makin anthems party rock
And boy this shit amusing, he just dont know when to talk
Oh and now im dreamin lucid, think i get it from my pops
530, 205
39 hr drive, thank the lord i have my life
Thanks to ford for my fly ass ride
Fuck what you heard oh why that’s right
Oh how obsurd he can rap hes white
I could rule the world if u pass the light
Don’t fool a girl she can have the night
Sac the v to the t that’s why
Since i could read try to reach the sky
In this blood i bleed be my prayers to god
Not much i need i don’t ask alot
Squared up with me know i back it up
Don’t fuck with lean since i yaked it up
Used to fuck with me oh what happened cuz
Oh he fucked with me so i cracked him up
Broad day with a knee, how it be
Run up!
So faded in the t, hardly see in front!
Why u askin me see in my trunk?
A t to the creams, yo i been grown up!
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