歌词
Let it bang.
Fake,*****es in my way
Semi automatic rocket launcher to the fakes
***** ride my ****,I want that ***** on my face
All the b*tches eating pieces I want the whole cake
I got
No stacks in my
No racks in my
No cash in my pocket it's a fact b*tch I
Go fast in my
No 'lax in my
In my whip,f*ck my b*tch in the back
Please don't him up unless u talkin
Bout the paper,bout the paycheck or the f*cking goala
I'm just kidding,I been lonely,please just hit me often
Need pinatas,need manana,need to feel real awesome
B*tch I'm boutta
Load up all the f*ck ****
***** talk about my team,I f*cking laugh
Bish I ain't talking
I ain't giving u attention
Chris will wrecken
I don't care about my life so I don't carry weapons
*****
B*tch you never doin ****
B*tch I made a couple hits inside the backseat of the whip
2014 Kia,***** I don't wanna be ya
Barely wanna be myself but I know that Im f*cking evil
So I
Load it ,roll it
then I f*cking smoke it
Bish won't talk to me because I said I ain't devoted
Only 20 but I'm sounding like a daily smoker
Riding round town with the sickness and the sickness growing