Lyrics:
fucking with 'Scott Michael Winter'
And 'Bertha-Virginia Cinnamon Garcia'
Goddamn it son
You motherfuckers get hate
Cuz your life ain't nothing but a bunch
say
I'm gon' keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'mma keep doing my thing
Yo, you could buy Jaz spitting, hospital, son admit it
seen nothin'
Ya girl is persistent, she ain't stoppin'
Man she say she want a (Hood nigga)
I keep the purp by the pound
The trap stay bunkin',
they cast me out, how ya like me now
You want to raise your eye brow
Then you want to bow, 'cause you're awning my phonics
Shines like a comet, more dope
days
It drives my mother insane
clways keep your eyes open
Especially when driving
Because some man might decide to stand in the middle of the road
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar biller
(Yo, I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'? Keep your eyes open)
For real-
whence you came, back track, retrace your steps
Tesla Model X, pull up in a Model T
I'm ten years ahead, still sipping my tea
But it's spiked, hut hike,
transparent, non-vivid
The last grand wizard slash serial bomber
Here it is; I'm Heaven sent, livin in Hell
All-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep
ice, you can get more cars
Nigga listen to what I'm saying, I'm a real superstar, woo
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die,
corruption
You say, I'm pure and then undiluatable
And once I'm in your blood I make it pursuitable
Now only they say sing it on son
Sing it on son, she
dropping in your eye
Burning afro puffs, with that greasy sticky stuff
I get rough, and plant my seed into your rectum
Masterbating at warp speed, I pull
the whole shit scott-free
The rest of these niggas is wack but not me
Bumping Nasty Nas in the spaceship
Whip out my dick just to let your bitch taste it
niggas missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey
I don't want no brown I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then
they caging us
But we gotta keep on moving
With our heads up
Ain't no changing us
Breads up
Double up
Triple up cake
Bumping loud beats
Swerving in our
we
Smoke so much brothas be askin'
Why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin
Headz ain't ready for what my clique got in store
Cause what we
your brain
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
Bumpy plays no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real
your brain
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
Bumpy plays no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real
And so they shot him till he was dead
Brown girl in the ring tra la la la la
She looks like a sugar in a plum plum plum
Show me your motion tra la la la
the weapon
Look my son in the eyes, know the young man special
But I'm chasin' down these dollars wit this fuckin shellcatcher
You forgot to pay the fee, you
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
cot
Come out them colossal rocks back to your fossil watch
My life is foul sometimes I wish I could write this down
To keep your wife from screaming
na na na)
How you got me (Na na na, na na na)
I still wanna know (Na na na, na na na)
In your eyes am I for you
By god you're in my soul
Keep thinking
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billers
(Yo, I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'? Keep your eyes open)
For
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