Ceviché (feat. Bocha & Soop Dread)

We really made this shit man

Its why we made ****

Keep mine

Bullet with peace sign

Everywhere I be at least four deep

Me and my **** all Ps

I Keep bout three four bitches on me

On me, **** I ain’t got sleep all week but I bet you young **** gone eat

Get it by any means

East side **** with a dream huh

**** shoot around in the day time

Shit get lit like Akon

Clean money green like Draymond

Get money, fuck hoes at the same time ha

Say you fucking with me I ain’t fucking with you really

I let you call me willie if you let me scratch your kitty

Little biddy act sadity, through her shirt you see her titties

I’ll send her to your city, you can take her on a

**** all expendable

Caught him at a festival

Off him with the fentanyl

But was it intentional

Mention me, but you don’t mention me when you see me though

Hating ass ****, Imma give y’all a reason though

Said she gotta see it to believe it

Moment that she seen it, said she couldn’t believe it

Wouldn’t talk if I ain’t mean it

Just do it little homie

Nah, I never rock adidas ****

I never had all this

My only concern is the gas milage

The window rolled down

Blast out it

When she pull up she on splash mountain

Fall back she ain’t even bad shawty

Lip gloss pop shit on your fans only

I’m a genuine ****

Playin pony

Buns talks and said thats ya mans homie

I’m a godly ****

Never punch in they think Ali mixed it

Had bali shag and molly sprinkles

Shit shine po no diamond district

Gotta be alive to risk it

I sense high fivers and tribalism

Slowly I climb position

Prop assistant

Arrested development

I resist it

The weak are selfish

I’ve seen death no grim reaper selfies

Don’t think we helpless

Repeal reform repeat rebellious

Food porn I spit a feast and belch it

Find inner peace be wealthy

I need my people healthy

I’m from where they so bass till their beeper’s melting

Nappy chested poking out the V neck

Spitting shit its dripping like ceviche

Stimulated stimuli we need checks

Please don’t push me like a killer on a swingset

I’ma smoke a spliff a day cause I’m a martyr

Couldn't see me in hell dressed for winter formal

Spitting shit its dripping like ceviche

Please don’t push me like a killer on a swingset