Lemonade (feat. Pranav.Wav)

Aye Riding thru the city Ion ever give a fuck doin coke Right right off her titties mane I'm finna roll a blunt Money stacked up the ceiling i can't even see yo bluff Boy you acting outta pocket might just have to sew you up Fuck that just run it back catching dough like a running back Flow sick fuck heaven sent ima cut up yo reverend Face itchy I can't stop fucking w all this medicine Fuck hoes I DONT need a bitch I need me more Benjamin's Yeah I need to smoke before I eat or else I'm sick asf Ain't no fucking w the enemy you dead to me that tough No designer on my body All my money covered up All you rappers ain't about it you just makin the same song I been stepping over grass can't be fucking w no snake Aye lil shawty think she bad I ain't eating no used plate Yea I'm always fucking mad And I hate see your face I ain't running thru yo bag I'm just tryna stack my cake Yeah it's wave bitch Fuck the strap get clapped with my blade bitch Aim the holo lose my morals Let that bitch go ape shit Fafafa my bullets bouta eat a fuckin eat racist Fuck yo beef we gonna catch yo body beat the cases Bumboi killed this shit and I walked up and bodied too Pull up to your mom crib like shawdy what it fuckin do Kickin it back sippin on lemonade My ops fucking mad that i get steady paid