Lyrics:
Wanna cum quick then die
I wanna cum quick then die
Solar panels catch rays
High beams say it's okay
Yaba daba do
Don't wanna do you
Standing in
on me
N***as ain't even on the panel
But they be quick to start judging me
But fuck it
Hate to see the way I shine
I love it
Tried to think of what really
straight bozos
All I got is myself man I stay dolo
Moving militant with the camo
Move in silence like the Sopranos
We operating through them panels
Boss
panels full of shit and I ain't full of shit
Reckless ass, God forbid they don't crash
From the panel to the dash, it's four pounds of slab
Nah, bitch,
on the panel that's a rebel for you?
God said, "Chill, there's something special for you"
I know you been through hell so I got heaven for you
If you don't
then ya seen
With an Aston that's green
Me driving up fast with the lean
Zonin' family
Keep youngins in them rented Camrys
Door panels full of shit and
I
bender
These hoes look like witches
I'm burning sage frequently
For demons and bitches
I'm scheming on witches
Quick hands on the gat
It's a murder man
care what I do now
Four panel comic like I'm gon pow
Shhhh you talk loud
There's gonna be a whole crowd
Produced by a Rain Cloud
You know I'm damn proud
pages
Told them to take away the TV and fix it quick snap
The next day they took away the TV
Told me they would repair the little bit
That's broken
Grade A cookie I be living on cloud nine
Solar panel roof charge the whip at a stop sign
I know how to make quick chicken like Popeyes
Certified Pink
I feel like I'm Daniel J
Let's the what the panels say
Started talking to the planks when walking off the manual way
I've been diagnosed so many
Of greek mythology i pause with my pen
I begin to defend every action taken
Every moment sealed when i was quick
It coursed through open veins
The will
Like power jets off my dick
You think you quick vic
Then come display your whackest shift
Trick master, faster, ass crack, rectums after
Pussy stinkin',
the mail
On my way to Richmond to buy me some new apparel
Bendin' corners, gettin' it quick and talkin bout lookin'
"There go fonzerelli I'm feelin that mans
who with me winners, everyone who with you dinner
Bitches with you quick as Brucie Chrissy Jenner
Chrome rims on a whip just to shine on niggas
Black
run errands, Primatene Mist is afraid of my lungs
Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel
Like eighty roman candles that backfired
to bossin' shit and offin' clips
See hood is around my way, they talk often quick
To us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shit
See we gang, we never
shit straight up I walk this shit
I'm used to bossin shit and offin clips
See hood is around my way - they talk often quick
To us you spit, and leave
platinum, door and panel
Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure
Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLY
People say I smell like
run errands, Primatene Mist is afraid of my lungs
Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel
Like eighty roman candles that backfired
Diamonds brighter than some
Strobe lights hit the curb
Like a quick right
Pull up like a fist fight
Drop zone got a mean plug
You hating on me
So you mean
Masked like a psycho
Lightin' up to Tycho
Issa vibe
It's the ride
'83 chevy
Start the show I play the heavy
Dimming lantern in a world of solar panels
bummers, permanent vacation summers
Ukulele strummers
Just doing my daily numbers like a quick pick
Ride the rhythm like lazy drummer, word to baby
little
Quick to be on your own
Quick to be left all alone
Where you going
Where the fuck you going
We can burn the past, never regret it
Crib got
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