Lyrics:
for contest
Rican and black urinary freak in the sack (ol' what's her name)
Janelle used to let me skeet on her back end at the Grafton Down
that a peace of mind
Money all mine, Jordans on feet
Girls gone wild, bunnies on skeet
Schoolboy and Dope Boy, boy, that's some shit
S55 fly by, that's
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets
By the seams of they jeans
CREAM get the money
And run it to the hills y'all
hide (Skeet off)
My bro beat off at the paigon's ride
Watch the car skeet off
Fuck the paigon's life
Ever seen a g-lock get to aiming bine
When I touch
please don't think were dating
I just wanna fuck tonight
Love is overrated
Raised in a trailer by the beaches
Now I got different spots all over like
to a ham, I'm Dr. Seuss
Do a drive by in a Hellcat, comin' out the roof
Fucked your bitch, recorded it, I walked out with proof
Pockets swole, I just had
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
of Minotaur
women say I stay harder than a rock like the rock of Gibraltar
thats why they like to blow me like they put me on a poster
and keep me by there side
dreaming
Hops g'ing ass niggas giving D's
Headbutts and skeet knocks
I run through stores like I don't give a fuck
Customers better duck
Security guards is
up and
Y'all pussy niggas got strap-ons
Bitch we breed this 5-stars
Bitch we bleed these 5-stars
YMCMB, you can come get fucked by 5 stars!
She ain't
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon' get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Used to call me Push ‘cause
I pushed by the quarter
Used to push keys ‘til the D's pushed harder
Push "start" – push buttons, start the car up
Push
to send an Uber
My new bitch wanna get pieces made from my jeweler
Drive-by's with Rugers, twenty racks for the shooter
The FBI heard I can make cocaine
outside, what they singin' for? (At all)
Lil Uzi Vert, yes, I was right outside by the corner store (uh-uh)
Fuck the bitch, vámonos (bye bye), yeah
Told
tryna skeet
Bih, turn around, come suck the meat
Round for round, finna beat her 'til she sleep
Eat her pussy up, bon appétit
Take her back a day like
ain't how the world see me
I'm kinda happy, I guess that's how the girls skeet me
I told my nigga "Don't be worried 'bout no CC"
I'ma have your shit
pants kinda baggy
KC hat tilted, so now they wanna red flag me
I'm by the bar every time, point blank, Period
The door man hatin', takin' his job too
and right, bringin' bitches by my place
Jack me off and suck my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin', guess her husband
the skeet?
Got pipe for the cheeks
Nigga, I'm the life of the beat
Fuck that bitch, she ain't gotta eat
B-bounce for the crown
You be hating and I still
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
bag)
I was taught to do it, and irrational ('rational)
Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon
I'm tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on (fuck
(Blicky to blicky to blicky to blicky)
Sellin' packs by the laundromat (laundromat)
Once I get up out the hood, I ain't comin' back (never)
But I
briefs
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, and run it
you saving for? You know?
(And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go)
Just because there's more to it than music
You understand?
Niggas gotta have
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