Bacardi

Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh yeah Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh yeah Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh yeah Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh, ugh Bitch I'm the best in the game All these other rappers are lame Got your ho screaming my name No-one ever done the same Put it in the box like Roddy I'm rich with all this money Taking your bitch I'm not sorry I'm stealing your shit for the funny Ohh Here we go They all know Ima blow Ohh Take it slow On a roll Get the dough Pull up to the party and celebrate Pull up in the car I accelerate I drink til I can't even feel my face Call me Hamilton cus I win the race Uh yeh, ride or die I smoke this weed to stay alive And everyone can tell I'm high They all see the red in my eyes In the end does it even matter? In the end all my blood will splatter In the end no-one will care So let's make the most of the time we're here Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up Outta luck, outta luck, outta luck You're outta luck, outta luck, outta luck Make you fold like origami Got you wet like a tsunami Shoot my shot just like the army Play these bitches like Atari Take my boxers you can spar me Scratch my back I let you scar me Mouth drip venom like Tom Hardy Drink you up call you Bacardi I don't got time for these ho's Got my bitch and she take off my clothes Ice on my neck drip so cold that I froze Don't look back this the path that I chose Held up by strings I am Pinocchio Fill an arena I'm selling out shows Telling a lie cus then my wood grows Filling her up with my dick make her moan Uh, yeh, oh-oh I don't know what I'm feeling Oh-no I'm floating to the ceiling Think that I need a psychiatrist These lines so hot that they're a fire risk Bring me a glass of Bacardi Drink it down and start the party Just shut up with your malarkey Let's turn it up and bring anarchy Yeah ugh, ugh yeah Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh yeah Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh yeah Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh, yeah