Crash the whip into a ditch
I was movin’ too fast in the sixth gear, now the
Blacked out tints smashed
Blacked out b#tch in the passenger seat, weird
I don’t member how we got here
Backtrack, check the mirror
Got a black mask on my face
And it seems like I shed a couple tears
Does, he, look, like, a, b#tch?
Tear this sh#t off it’s already rippin’ at the seams
Need some, air open up the car door at the scene
Pyoom, laser beams (Goose)
Duck duck my head down sh#t clipped by my еar
Davinci, libra, my Givenchy aroma from Paris
I smell like a fairy but skrong likе a ogre
O-ol’ girl just woke up half her hair got smoked up, uh
Lemme get back to the story it’s not over
So I, tippy-toe
We on an alien planet so there’s no
Internet, silhouette, of a alien toe
Trip him up, or her I don’t know
Slipped like slippy the toad
b#tch hand me the clip with the ammo
b#tch can you hear me hand me ammo not the banjo
Man I always choose the stupid hoes
Crash the whip into a ditch
I was movin’ too fast in the sixth gear, now the
Blacked out tints smashed
Blacked out b#tch in the passenger seat, weird
I don’t member how we got here
Backtrack, check the mirror
Got a black mask on my face and
f#ck that I’m done with the story here
If I’m up imma stick a golf club up up ya what ’cause you’s a chump
Chain chomp, same rocks in my neckalace gliss
Say my name wrong you might catch this
Dick in ya mouth call up Allstate
My balls are in good hands, b#tch
Stan Smiths wearin’ #ss b#tch, hold up
Pants backwards I talk like this ’cause I’m rich
Been ballin’ since I learned to piss
Kinda hurts holdin’ boulders on my wrist
Foldin’ money mindin’ my business
I’m f#ckin on my b#tch
You work at 7-11 my IQ is in the top eleven percent
I can f#ck your b#tch in one second
I can spend so much money I cause the great depression
I, I f#cked a jellyfish now my dick fluorescent
Ogre
O-ol’ girl just woke up half her hair got smoked up, uh
Lemme get back to the story it’s not over
So I, tippy-toe
We on an alien planet so there’s no
Internet, silhouette, of a alien-alien toe
(Wake yo punk #ss up) Trip him up, or her I don’t know
Slipped like slippy the toad
b#tch hand me the clip with the ammo
b#tch can you hear me hand me ammo not the banjo
Man I always choose the stupid hoes
Crash, cra-a-a
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