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(Lonely boy)
(You did good, $lick)
(It's a Smash)
Ayy
Hop out the 4x4, get a opp folded, yeah
My bitch love rockstar shit, guns n' roses, yeah (Woah)
I'm on my top dog shit, fanged up, gold mouth (Yeah)
Drugs on pop-star shit, they all sold out, yeah
Sippin' on drop, my momma can't look, she say I got dead eyes
Uh, I let 'em talk 'cause these motherfuckers more dead than they realize
Uh, tell by my face, ain't worried 'bout shit, that rubber get peeled out
(You did good, $lick)
(It's a Smash)
Ayy
Hop out the 4x4, get a opp folded, yeah
My bitch love rockstar shit, guns n' roses, yeah (Woah)
I'm on my top dog shit, fanged up, gold mouth (Yeah)
Drugs on pop-star shit, they all sold out, yeah
Sippin' on drop, my momma can't look, she say I got dead eyes
Uh, I let 'em talk 'cause these motherfuckers more dead than they realize
Uh, tell by my face, ain't worried 'bout shit, that rubber get peeled out
I'm poppin' them pills for years so there ain't much I feel now, yeah
Hop out Balenci'
Hop out in Vetements
Step out the Rick, step out the elements, yeah
Poppin' on Tranqs, I'm high as an elephant, yeah
Spinnin' in York, high off the ketamine, yeah
Hang out the roof, top off the casket, yeah
Slut out the coupe, fuck her in traffic, yeah
Hop off the Porsche, swangin' that ratchet, yeah
Hop in the Wraith, block out the static, uh (Yeah)
Chrome out the face, chrome out the blick (Yeah)
Slut out the ho, fuck out the fit, uh
Sip out the four, numb out the fix (Yeah)
Fired the port, took all the risks
Hop out Balenci'
Hop out in Vetements
Step out the Rick, step out the elements, yeah
Poppin' on Tranqs, I'm high as an elephant, yeah
Spinnin' in York, high off the ketamine, yeah
Hang out the roof, top off the casket, yeah
Slut out the coupe, fuck her in traffic, yeah
Hop off the Porsche, swangin' that ratchet, yeah
Hop in the Wraith, block out the static, uh (Yeah)
Chrome out the face, chrome out the blick (Yeah)
Slut out the ho, fuck out the fit, uh
Sip out the four, numb out the fix (Yeah)
Fired the port, took all the risks
Look at my face, ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Hop out the four-by (Yeah)
Hop out the 4x4
Look at my face, ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Hop out the 4x4, get a opp folded, yeah
My bitch love rockstar shit, guns n' roses, yeah (Woah)
I'm on my top dog shit, fanged up, gold mouth (Yeah)
Drugs on pop-star shit, th-th-they all sold out, yeah
Sippin' on drop, my momma can't look, she say I got dead eyes
Uh, I let 'em talk 'cause these motherfuckers more dead than they realize
Uh, tell by my face, ain't worried 'bout shit, that rubber get peeled out
Hop out the four-by (Yeah)
Hop out the 4x4
Look at my face, ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Hop out the 4x4, get a opp folded, yeah
My bitch love rockstar shit, guns n' roses, yeah (Woah)
I'm on my top dog shit, fanged up, gold mouth (Yeah)
Drugs on pop-star shit, th-th-they all sold out, yeah
Sippin' on drop, my momma can't look, she say I got dead eyes
Uh, I let 'em talk 'cause these motherfuckers more dead than they realize
Uh, tell by my face, ain't worried 'bout shit, that rubber get peeled out
I'm poppin' them pills for years so there ain't much I feel now
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