[El Cousteau]
Yeah
Oh, my fucking God
Yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Uh, whoa
(Cocá in there, makin' beats and shit)
[El Cousteau]
I get some pussy when her head ain't enough
I'm always falling in love with a ho
I took both of my bitches to dinner today
I send the address if you feeling a way
Got no respect for the bitch, no patience for the ho
I be driving the Benz, I be smoking the smoke
We gon' rob us a nigga, he ain't did that before
See the thot in her eye, she a pretty ass ho
She be fixing her hair in the mirror on the phone
I be talking to my cousin out the feds on the joint
Compartment sit under the passenger floor
My hands on the fire but my mind on the road
Don't let your ego get beside you bro
We run in residential houses and homes
I be fuckin' the bitch, I be pimpin' the ho
Shit got crucial so I tightened the rope
Smoke more than Bob Marley then scale whiteboy
I park the coupe when I spend the night over
It's hollow tips falling if a hand get put on me
Bitch ass nigga gon' die for the purpin
I'm in northeast where it's unsolved murders
I take a bitch and I show her her purpose
I'm selling flower, now which one you working
Got a line in Virginia for choppas and Percocets
Woah, for sure shit, I valet park it and crucifix it
When a thot call me I'm like “who is this?”
I'm with raasclaat niggas and Benjamins
If I get really mad, dog, I might kill a man
I'm in San Francisco in a mini van
$10,000 on business plans
I'm ducking task forces out the Sprinter van, woah
[Earl Sweatshirt]
Fine chocolate, shit like Godiva
Cut off my dog, he step outta line
Chlorophyll water and ashwagandha
Some of these feelings is hard to describe
Put on some weight, now I feel like a lineman
I'm in the Bay like a Raider or 9er
I broke the cookie, the fortune was fire
I'm not okay, but I'm gon' be all right
Burberry zip-up run me $3000
Never seen no shit like this in your life
8 ball sunk in the side pocket
Couldn't lose, I put some spin on the white
.456, felt the itch in my palm
They think I loaded the shit out the dice
Big face Benji, the Wizard of Oz
Heart of the lion, you missing some stripes
Yeah, Free Gaza
We on the corner like Israelites
Ain't look at the wristwatch, still knew the time
It's raining missiles out of the sky
I took the torch and
I take the torch, make the temperature rise
Give you the real shit until I expire
The milk done been spilt, bitch, why is you crying?
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