Paul Bearer

(Enrgy made this one) Smoking-, oh my God Smoking Swisher leaves 'cause the Backwoods fucked up Look at my neck, light show, bitch, I'm Hutch'd up Turn my hustle to the max, bitch, I ain't luck up Three sixth of Runtz, you get stuck off of one puff Touchdown, that's a six out here, hut, hut So many Dunks in my closet, don't know what's what Point it at his toes, turn his Yeezys into Foam Runners Why the fuck you put the cuffs on her? She a known runner Three five, Durantula, bitch, I only blow thunder High as hell on the roof, dripping like a broke gutter I'll do the dash and crash this bitch, I got full coverage On the block with the big B's, I think the hood buzzing Shoot the baby Drac' one hand, it got the wood jumping Rap star, you might catch me somewhere in yo' hood clutching Walked out crispy, feeling like I'm Kidd today Doing 60, pouring Kesha, shit, I had to hit the brakes Ain't a shovel, P90, it's gon' dig his grave Deuce in my Gatorade, I'm shooting tryna win the game (Phew, ayy) Trackhawk damn near broke my neck tryna take off Boy, I wish they would, do the race and shake the Jakes off 2021, I copped a mower, cut the snakes off Dealership, new whip, I told 'em take the brakes off When brodie slide, it's a hit like a Drake song Trendsetter, not a wave rider, I create sauce On my way to it right now, I can't wait long Look me in my mirror tint, you can clearly see you're losing Look at yo' bitch, why she staring? Boy, I think she choosing Look at yo' shoes, boy, you broke, who you think you fooling? Bitch, let me send her up in Sprint, shit, I think she stupid We gon' pop him in his Cartis if he think he buff Orange and brown Yeezy 350s, look like Reese Cups Doggie can't buy an eighthy so he taking breezy puffs Pull up, burn him like some alcohol since he think he cut Looking like the auto shows, Scats irking up the block Full court press, slap the floor, turn it up a notch Spilling Wock's on my sneaks, look like detergent on my socks Doggie laying in his bed crying, hurting 'bout a thot Can't relate though Met my one plug in Mexico, I paid him pesos Seen my one opp, I ain't say shit, I gave him halo Mike Amiris, bitch see my jeans like, "Where they make those?" Maison Margiela, I got paint toes Bankroll so fucking big that it can't fold Hunnid tucked, if I get caught, that's the case closed You can go home with them Xannies, we don't take those You can go home in them Converse, we don't wear them Told bro like, "When we pull up, no, you can't spare them" Fry his top with the chop, fuck around, electric chair him Yeah, the Glocks' something like these Nike sneaks We gon' air 'em (okay) Undertaker, I don't wrestle, I'm with Paul Bearer Soaring in the Track', 150, think the 'Hawk scared her So many red lines poured, we typing all errors Winter time, I'm a road running Nike jog wearer Summer time, I'm the type to drop the top and hit the hood 80 dollar eighthy, zaza, you can't hit this 'Wood At Benihana's, told the bitch make sure my shrimp is cooked Timmy Turner, strapped up, boy, I wish he would Hey, ShittyBoyz What up, Enrgy?