Puke
Joey Bada$$, Nyck Caution, Meechy Darko, Beast Coast
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Yeah Broke within I used to be broke and sin A bad kid by the age of ten Nowadays I don't pretend (shh) Circle real tight, and I don't trust broken men Thought that you was solid, but it won't cement Cut ties with those guys, haven't spoke to them (yeah) You tried to play me like a fool, but the joke's on them What you mean you squeamish, just a monster, entendre A league competin' where no team could beat us I cut them ties, 'cause I need to see us I earned my stripes, like I need Adidas In the Beamer with the ceilin', we don't need the rear Beast Coast, ball hard, we don't need the deal I am no Bogart and so neither was you Better watch how you talk, boy, I will say action Four pound blastin' I grew up a fuckin' screw up, you sick, I'm lit Whole world been on acid since I blew up Climbed up, countin' the loot up You losers are just too much, I moved up, and do not need new love My lifestyle, in turned by my left style The best style, since that nigga from Bed-Stuy Watch me walk in that crowd, flezuz christ in a flinch Hope these mosh pits lead to some implausible events Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent Pearly gates, he's on the fence (oh) Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent The Pearly gates (oh), on the fence Ak your Majesty Think you're immortal? Come face the fatality Hop out the portal like Morty I take the last shot like I'm Horry Head wrapped like you Ryu Don't f*ck with the boy Money my language, don't need no subtitles I puff 'til I'm idle Now each bitch I f*ck wanna cuff and a title Until I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire (lost in the fire) Heard them throwin' shots again You bitch niggas love the gossippin' Big ballin', got a lot to spend I don't even keep score, bitch I got the win They need me like oxygen On me, the whole block depend Don't you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out Faded off a shot of gin, I'm Pacquiao I hear the money callin' like a pocket-dial (brr) Do what I wanna 'cause I'm poppin' now (yeah) Made it this far, ain't no stoppin' now (no) No more freestyle, gotta cop it now (yeah) It goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (whoa) Let me live, let me live, let me live I ain't never coppin' out, I'm just tryna do big though Dream big, but I'm still the same kid Now we shook the champagne, so we pukin' out the window (pukin' out the window) Lookin' out the window, window Bitch I'm hella faded tryin' not to crash the Benzo Pukin' out the window, window She says she don't dance Bet she shake it for these bands though (whoa, whoa) Can I live a little bit? (Can I live a little bit?), Ay Drinkin' a little bit (drinkin' a little bit), ay Smokin' a little bit(smokin' a little bit), ay, ay Can I live a little bit? (Can I live a little bit?), Ay Drinkin' a little bit (drinkin' a little bit), ay Smokin' a little bit (smokin' a little bit), ay
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Written by: Ak, Demetri Simms, Erick Elliott, Jesse Cordasco, Virginie Scott Jo-Vaughn
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