Lyrics

Pull up with a lil' pump, Gucci Gang on my sweater Boy, fuck the gas prices, bitch, I'm high like a feather In yo' old lady mouth, I remind you of some drenches Bitch phone ain't on, so she say I gotta Kik her I'll put some wood in yo' bitch like a splinter Mama said I be barking too hard, gotta whisper Crop his head out, gotta see the big picture Smoking strong gas and I feel like Hitler I'll pull up on a nigga on the fly, like a zipper I'll roll up on a nigga and I smoke him like a Swisher Lil' "pick me bitch" she remind me of a nigga I'ma be a big star one day, big dipper He not him when he hungry, he should eat a fuckin' Snicker If he put it on the five, he should go and play the center Pop a nigga like a Perc', overdose like Mac Miller Nah, that was fucked up, R.I.P. Mac Miller Fuck Fentanyl, R.I.P. Mac Miller Bitch gotta bald and she look like Mac Miller Zombie off this Wock', Mike Jack' like Thriller Bitch Bill Cosby, pop a Perc', she might fuck me Her attitude ugly, she ain't getting no (money) Paper all around me and I look like a mummy Pop a Perc', I might turn into a junkie Drop a five in the soda, goddamn, I'm so clumsy Fucked up, my pop is too muddy Fucked up my Pops, eh Fucked up my pop, fuck! Fucked up my pops, I can't stand his damn daddy Yeah, CHRISTIANGETBIZZY, fuck y'all got going on? Fuck Mr. Rodríguez
Writer(s): Christian Hamilton Jones, Christiangetbizzy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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