[Chorus: Bleood]
Bitch, im up im came from the gutta
Brand new Porsche, let Dluxx cut up
Most hated i feel like buddha
Pop out whole clique smooth like butter
He hate 'cause i fucked his mudda
We bake
Straight run this section
Ray gun, Melt that boy up
We up Inna rave, might jugg 'em
Pole up, Dough up
No cash, Broke boy
She fine Rewind
Lemme see that ass from behind
2 guns Pink 10s
And a zip, Im the plug
My nuts In yo' face
Dunked on Lebron
2 poles in this whip
We get pulled over, im fucked
2 cups Fulla tris
Momma said "boy, you next up"
Ho, you wanna fuck with a thug
Me and jake got money on our minds
She need drugs hit my line
Ho, im serving all the time
I don't got that much time ya
This audi dont got the right time, bruh
Mordecai I been fly ya
You Rigby waisting my time, bruh
Thas vivienne westwood mine ya
This dior, this shit mine, ya
This craig morrison, That's mine, brah
That vivienne westwood mine ya
Big dog like im jake bih
Big dog like im Clifford
That chopped shit, I don' wan hit her
Blizzard on my wrist it hurt
[Verse: Zai]
Why dick ride? Hop of dick
You a fan and that shit make me sick
Fucking up my liver and my ribs
Imma (?) in this rave bitch
Bitch I just got a headache I'm off it
Thats yo ho but I made her slit her wrist
Put my dick all up on yo bitch lips
Yea she sucking me she using all her spit
Oh my god
This ho so bad and she calling me her dad
We In this bitch and we smoking hella gas
Can't feel my face cuz I'm smoking hella gas
My N***as blaze with that motherfucking gat
Im smoking gas and that’s not a lie bruh (?)
Yo music ass, that shit is a fact
Im wit Mari and we're smokin hella gas
Im in the back
Im in the back
Im in the back
Im in the back
Im in the back
We never lack
We never lack
We never lack
We never lack
We in the rave yeah yeah yeah
Bitch we in the rave yeah yeah yeah
[Chorus: Bleood]
Bitch, im up im came from the gutta
Brand new Porsche, let Dluxx cut up
Most hated i feel like buddha
Pop out whole clique smooth like butter
He hate 'cause i fucked his mudda
We bake
Straight run this section
Ray gun, Melt that boy up
We up Inna rave, might jugg 'em
Pole up, Dough up
No cash, Broke boy
She fine Rewind
Lemme see that ass from behind
2 guns Pink 10s
And a zip, Im the plug
My nuts In yo' face
Dunked on Lebron
2 poles in this whip
We get pulled over, im fucked
2 cups Fulla tris
Momma said "boy, you next up"
Ho, you wanna fuck with a thug
Me and jake got money on our minds
She need drugs hit my line
Ho, im serving all the time