(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
Ayy, ayy
So geeked up, you'd think it's cap
So geeked up, you'd think it's cap
She bossed up, but I put her on the map
'Nough in the Sprite and it taste like Act'
Real deal junkie and I wish it was an act
No more drank left 'cause I'm in the bity
I ain't headline, but I still got fifty
Left her for good, but she happy I came
Snow's gonna fall, so I'm thinkin' 'bout a Range
Few people gone, it'll never be the same
Money on your top and it's ties to the game
I popped pills and I ran out of tears
Hope you know loyal don't go by years
Hope you know you can't pay bills by faith
Sex, money, drugs, can't feel my face
I'm noddin' off, tryna fill my safe
Ridin' in the Track', every foreign wanna race
I'ma just pay, we can skip the whole date
Four in the Crush, but it should've been an eight
Don't means shit if it ain't 'bout pape'
Just made the clear, but I shouldn't have to say
Ayy, huh, ayy
So geeked up, you'd think it's cap
Ayy
So geeked up, you'd think it's cap
She bossed up, but I put her on the map
'Nough in the Sprite and it taste like Act'
Real deal junkie and I wish it was a
Uh, no more drank left 'cause I'm in the bity
I ain't headline, but I still got a
Ayy, ayy, so geeked up, you'd think it's cap
Ayy, so geeked up, you'd think it's cap
Yeah, so geeked up, you'd think it's cap
She bossed up, but I put her on the map
'Nough in the Sprite and it taste like Act'
Uh, no more drank left 'cause I'm in the bity
Ain't headline, but I still got fifty
Oh, really?
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