[Warhol.SS:] Thank you fizzle Walking down trap with the fourty quickest turn around We gone don’t do no tresspassing Nigga we gone gun him down Draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds Kick down the door, head down better not make a sound Pressure in my wood that’s eight feet Real boss nigga I don’t fake beef Playing with that money that’s a late fee [?] take his spot he get the tape in
I don’t fuck pale hoes they look pasty Its a thot beat it down no cake in it In the kitchen cook it up with a apron I don’t need swine so I fuck with turkey bacon I don’t roll the nut on, I don’t do the vapor Straight facts Walking like I’m diddy now, take that take that Niggas rappin’ for this gold Before they sign this eight track Tints so dark I ain’t seeing anything in this maybach We ain’t coming in, big boss we on jets bitch Lay a nigga down, see its different how they take it Ace poppin is a big bottle on my meek shit And I know you a broke nigga on that cheap shit
Walking down trap with the fourty quickest turn around We gone don’t do no tresspassing Nigga we gone gun him down Draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds Kick down the door, head down better not make a sound Pressure in my wood that’s eight feet Real boss nigga I don’t fake beef Playing with that money that’s a late fee [?] take his spot he get the tape in
[Desto Dubb:] These VV’s are shining real crazy Bless your momma but she still got a late fee You bring the pints to the city that’s a state fee I’m all about the dough like pastries My fit is all army but my wrist is the navy His girl got my hoodie on I know the nigga hate me I got four baby bottles and I ain’t got one baby You worry about the roaches but the snakes really shady They call me wise [?], sell dope like Jay Z I don’t play games so I know they can’t face me Raise in the sixies but was born in the eighties Your nigga in a uber so he can’t even raise me
[Warhol.SS:] Walking down trap with the fourty quickest turn around We gone don’t do no tresspassing Nigga we gone gun him down Draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds Kick down the door, head down better not make a sound Pressure in my wood that’s eight feet Real boss nigga I don’t fake beef Playing with that money that’s a late fee [?] take his spot he get the tape in