All white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priest
Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon' call you caprese
Don't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleece
And your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon' call the police
Yeah, yeah
I got juice in my cup, yeah
Spark it up then
Light it up then
Call your dead man
Tell me
Yeah, do your band dance?
Juice in my cup
Ridin' fast, huh, big whip
In the Tonka truck
And I can't crash
'Cause I'm right up on the edge, on the curb, yeah, outlast
Yeah, you seem so dead, we chop your head off (Woo)
If we so dead, then why we so rich and so alive? (Yeah)
Uh, I put a LYFESTYLE chain on the bitch, so fly (Woo-hoo)
Yeah, I got a private jet, yeah, 'cause I been so fly
I put a lot on their head, got a lot on this side, uh
Always got 'em turnin' 'round, break your neck then
Yeah, you too soft, you too sweet, gingerbread man
Yeah, I'm the general, I'm the chief, CEO, man
You got your hand out so much, we chop your hand then
We gon' leave you out to hang like a hammock
Yeah, it won't ever be the same, you don't understand it
Yeah, 'cause I got so much of this cheese
And I got so much of this bread, it's like it's creepin' on me, a disease
And I got so much of this money, put 'em in whips and put 'em in trees
Get the money, shade, the power, respect, the thing I only need
And you wanna get here like me, but you never seen what I seen
I watched them all bend, fold up like a crease
All white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priest
Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon' call you caprese
Don't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleece
And your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon' call the police
I got juice in my cup, yeah
Spark it up then
Light it up then
Call your dead man
Tell me
Yeah, do your band dance?
Juice in my cup
Ridin' fast, huh, big whip
In the Tonka truck
And I can't crash
'Cause I'm right up on the edge, on the curb, yeah, outlast
Yeah, you seem so dead, we chop your head off
If we so dead, then why we so rich and so alive? (Yeah)
Uh, I put a LYFESTYLE chain on the bitch, so fly (Woo-hoo)
Yeah, I got a private jet, yeah, 'cause I been so fly
I put a lot on their head, got a lot on this side, uh
Always got 'em turnin' 'round, break your neck then
Yeah, you too soft, you too sweet, gingerbread man
Yeah, I'm the general, I'm the chief, CEO, man
You got your hand out so much, we chop your hand then
We gon' leave you out to hang like a hammock
Yeah, it won't ever be the same, you don't understand it
Yeah, 'cause I got so much of this cheese
And I got so much of this bread, it's like it's creepin' on me, a disease
And I got so much of this money, put 'em in whips and put 'em in trees
Get the money, shade, the power, respect, the thing I only need
And you wanna get here like me, but you never seen what I seen
I watched them all bend, fold up like a crease
Yeah, all white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priest
Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese
Don't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleece
And your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon' call the police (Yeah, yeah)
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