What--
Whatchu 'bout to get? Where’s the whip?
Oh, that shit got stolen
Send me on the trip
Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola
Leave without no kids, should be pissed
'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid
My eyelids is slowly starting to open
Whatchu 'bout to get? Where’s the whip?
Oh, that shit got stolen
Send me on the trip
Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola
Leave without no kids, should be pissed
'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid
My eyelids is slowly starting to open
Life a bitch, you keep asking why I'm making fun of us
Cold world, baby, cuddle up
Whole world finna fuck with us
I've been running much, I'm in the bucket drunk
Like, I know you heard I'm on the cusp or summin'
Yeah, they got a thang young as us, baby
Hold your breath when the tunnel come
Well, not yet, I
Can't remember shit, tell the truth so won’t have to
Hands ain’t meant for shit but breaking grams
All the shaking hands been a hassle
Willy-nilly with the trust
Now, I never put it past you
Silly children from the bus
Come and take it, never ask you
Al-aloe Vera with a ounce of Mary
Agitating all my adversaries
Ooh, now she want it
Ooh, now she married
I remember heard amounts is varied
Whenever I'm on, burnt the bounty, baby
Perpetually gone, those around me crazy
If I step in that bitch, you can count on payment
Take what’s left of your slits right around my gang
And they gon' ask me, like Travy
Whatchu 'bout to get? Where's the whip?
Oh, that shit got stolen
Send me on the trip
Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola
Leave without no kids, should be pissed
’Cause the world much colder when I was a kid
My eyelids is slowly starting to open
Whatchu 'bout to get? Where's the whip?
Oh, that shit got stolen
Send me on the trip
Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola
Leave without no kids, should be pissed
'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid
My eyelids is slowly starting to open
Whatchu 'bout to get? Where's the whip?
Oh, that system broken
You can't buy that shit
I'm on 10 and all my friends is roped-in
Pockets still got lint, but figure's six
So, you can keep the quote
Ain't got no fucks to give, but I feel bad
So, I could keep you posted
Cursed with the focus, slurred off the podium
My girl with the three on the turns and it's your bitch
And word on the street, I'm inherently doper than y'all
Hey, I ain't making these calls
Know we're stiff from the block
Just some kids from the block that nobody would rep
So, I stepped to the job
And, priority uno, get bread with my dogs
And I still ain't have time to drive down the next part
That's it
Taking a route home on my own two for the trip, uh
I had a South Pole and a Old School for the drip, uh
Said she need more breads, but the car dead, don't forget
I'll never forget, I'll never forget, no
Whatchu 'bout to get? Where's the whip?
Oh, that shit got stolen
Send me on the trip
Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola
Leave without no kids, should be pissed
'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid
My eyelids is slowly starting to open
Whatchu 'bout to get? Where's the whip?
Oh, that shit got stolen
Send me on the trip
Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola
Leave without no kids, should be pissed
'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid
My eyelids is slowly starting to open
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