Lyrics:
over here
It's alarming but it's not my fault
It's the size of my fear that took over here
It's alarming but
Get the first aid kit out of the trunk,
kit
Weed, pills and that drank
That's my trippy kit
Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something, I'm
All these niggas is dead pop
Switch on back of the damn glock
I been a nigga since the sand box
Arm out like I got a hand out
With the cooler kit
Gonna have to cut you down to size
You're running out of style
I'm gonna kit you out
With a subterranean profile
Don't you push me too far
It's
Run your fingers down the cool underbelly of the blue evening
Crank that vapor-wagon
Start that kick dragon beating
Step out on the patio
Follow
Bob that head
Awwh, awwh, ah
Yeah yeah, yeah,yeah
Tricked out truck kit
Runnin' boards black lit
KC roll bar
Had to mow an extra yard
Just
found a new church
But I didn't like it, or the other kids
They did their best
They did their best
I loved the drums, built kits out of boxes
Would play
Bob that head
Awwh, awwh, ah
Yeah yeah, yeah,yeah
Tricked out truck kit
Runnin' boards black lit
KC roll bar
Had to mow an extra yard
Just so he
I'm violent with This violin, I'm at your neck. When Its time to rock, I roll with a tec, no guitar but I made some bands,
I bought a drum kit, it
that bitch on dubs
And that Mercedes Wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out
Look like it got frog eyes
That bitch on dubs
And I got that Benz that me
what's wrong? The crowd's gone
So help me out kit 'cause this thief has to be caught
Radio the chief of police, get a report
Chief of Police said
Flat top fade... very contemporary.
Nail sculpture... urban distinction.
Hot comb... ouch, mama, that was my ear.
Blow out kits... oh, oh, tamba.
No
I got the skills to pay the bills
I'm Mike D and I'm bustin' out trap kits (haha)
The time has come so I'm going to rap this (yeah)
You Rip Van
kits and almond breath
System
Bye Tomorrow
Even out
Circles on the morning stand
Midwest ride
System maybe
Bye tomorrow
System
Bye
Tomorrow
to take her shopping
I just got more racks, all up in my fucking wallet
Carbon fiber squadra, mix it with the lip kit
Glock out, pull up I spray, out
nem pia de prédio
Sabe q nois é skate de rua
Mando flip e as mina fica nua
E esses cara so me deixa no tédio
Pega o kit pega o kit
Juliet no out
when they get out
Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out
Got five bitches rollin' off the dope at the penthouse
She ain't tryna give me no
smoke out a pound to the face (ah, woo)
I ain't even tryna be cool (okay, okay, okay)
I can't go outside without that cooling kit (go outside, woo)
it's just 'bout the fit
Taking all the wood then we burn it then we lit
Chilling with the wolves talk 'bout hunting need a kit
Look out for da kidd
up on ya wack girl tip
Ain't official 'til I been up in that black girl kit
Pick out ya mans and attack real quick
I'm a hit 'em with that venom
up on ya wack girl tip
Ain't official 'til I been up in that black girl kit
Pick out ya mans and attack real quick
I'm a hit 'em with that venom
cardigans
Both parties party with me, bipartisan
Kick start a starter kit, pull out dick on a charlatan
And haul 'em when you're romancing these hoes like
Nines
Blicks
Sticks
Ha
Hold on i cant miss
Cati back to back hits
Hit the blizzy i feel the bliss
Pull up in a coola kit
Dont you let out the antidote out
man got nervous and he fidget around a bit
He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe
And he whipped out a shaving kit
Now I thought it was a razor
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