Cyril
Yeah yeah, yeah
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh yeah, uh huh, uh huh
Uh yeah, uh huh, uh huh
Smoking my gas like it’s louder
I walk in the b#tch like I found her
Going global like a router
She telling her story I doubt her
Give a f#ck about a voucher
Surfing these beats like a browser
Clutching my heat, yeah my drowner
This is my time yeah my hour
Magazine no vogue, whole gang go rogue
You don’t want no smoke, you a lame you a joke
Body bags on the boat, vv’s on my throat
FN Imma tote, it was just murder she wrote
All of my words never wrotе
I be in the back of her throat
I just bе running my doe
Shawty be doing that coke
RL on my coat
Yeah, I do the most
Yeah, I run my doe
Yeah, Imma go boast
Smoke his #ss like a blunt, then I be out on the run
Hope the cops don’t catch us, getting that money it’s stacking
Big heat I’m packing, he a leech he want some
Beat it, Micheal Jackson
Get to close, Imma pop some
Luffy hit him with the gum gum
Imma hit him with my drum drum
Off the gas got me numb numb
Hit his head, he a dumb dumb
Jump in that crowd, yeah I be smoking that loud
I need no b#tch right now, but can you suck me down, down?
Smoking my gas like it’s louder
I walk in the b#tch like I found her
Going global like a router
She telling her story I doubt her
Give a f#ck about a voucher
Surfing these beats like a browser
Clutching my heat, yeah my drowner
This is my time yeah my hour
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