Chipped teeth, nose bleed
No brakes, no sleep
Everybody gets cold feet
The mood drops when the snow deep
Take me home, it’s like half three
Split it half you and then half me
Wired up, so I don’t eat
Smoked out, I cannot breathe
Big wheels on a black Jeep
Off-White stripes like a referee in my black seat
I treat the beat like it’s red meat;
So I eat it up like it’s tax-free
Perma-frost in my jewelry
You like Christmas in Hawai’i
He asked me why hе ain’t heard of me?
“You not hip, man, no Bruce Lee”
Tеxt me and her place free
So I’m rushing in like {?}
I slide thru in a 2-seat
Yeah, I slide thru like 2SEAT
Both hands on her #ss cheeks
Like sweatpants that say “JUICY”
I heard it all, yeah I heard it all
So no sob story gon’ moon me
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