Tekstovi
Oh, yeah
He lost his sauce, ain't never getting it back
I'm speed racing, I'm swerving off that track
I'm sipping Quagen but I miss the Act
I love Vetements but it's Issey on my tag
Yeah, we getting fly like a bat
I know that you think you on the same field as me, but this shit is really not that
I got his bitch on a rope, she outside standing up on my doormat
Racks coming in every time I refresh my bank app
My fit Armarnial, I stay out here getting hot like a barbeque
I got white Nikes they fresh out the box, put them shits on I be looking like Mario
I really needa go up in my cardio
I been breathless cause to racks I been darting, hoe
I ain't a Christian but look at the bottom of my shoes and them shits both red like a cardinal
My money gargantuan, that boy racks so small
That shit be the size of a particle
You ain't on at all, yeah, nobody care bout your lil article
I told that hoe get undressed, baby please take off every last article
I saw a video of your last show, nobody in the crowd was even audible
Oh lord, I put my dick in that hoe and I don't remember but I think she said
Oh lord, everybody hypnotised when they lay eyes on my VVS
Oh lord, that boy a joker, how you up but rackless, boy? Riddle me this
Lil bitch taking all of my kids, she need to go on Dateline and have a talk with Chris
All of my money be new, count them notes up and them bitches all fresh and crisp
I needa get used to this grill, when I put it it in that shit got me talking with a lisp
I got some oldheads hating on me but the shit that they listen to play off a disc
I don't know shit bout the lil bitch history but I put it in raw, don't care bout the risk
Oh, I've seen it too many times, he got ten k now he think he a hot shot
I'm kinda getting sick of supercars, I think imma go cop me a hot rod
Why's it always snakes?
I'm sick of snakes it feels like I done found me the Lost Ark
We all just wanna get high
I ain't a Rasta but I feel like Bob Mar'
It's like these racks were made for me, in my pockets they fit like a puzzle
I need that codeine, it's in my cup imma sip on it, I'll never guzzle
I ain't a Family Guy, don't want a baby I want my pockets fat like Tuttle
The loudest cunt in the room still be the brokest
Let's see what he got if he put on a muzzle
Alright now show me something
Nothing? I can wait
Oh, yeah
He lost his sauce, ain't never getting it back
I'm speed racing, I'm swerving off that track
I'm sipping Quagen but I miss the Act
I love Vetements but it's Issey on my tag
Yeah, we getting fly like a bat
I know that you think you on the same field as me, but this shit is really not that
I got his bitch on a rope, she outside standing up on my doormat
Racks coming in every time I refresh my bank app
Kaide Fotheringham
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