Lyrics:
finish it
Bad broad who I'm chillin' with
We gonna shoot a video so the whole world witness it
Young fly business man, got no love for the middleman
or someone you knew
We see the news and online videos with thousands of views
Confused by the media that's trying to show you the truth
Stuck in a system
That
I made a type of money I ain't seen before
Paying out the lord, tryna beat the law
It's 4 AM, I might creep some more
Bad lil' bitch she gon' freak
played video games with
My friends and ate tacos
Still better what's the biggest
Difference between Earl
Sweatshirt in 2009 and Earl Sweatshirt now?
I'm
[Patra]
Yeah, this is the real vibes, okay?
To all the man and the 'oman dem out there
This the word
The original jazz and the reggae vibe
ain't a freak, I don't need ya
I want a real bitch, that suck a dime out a parkin meter
Read the scripture
When I stroke, It's like I'm in a picture,
ain't a freak, I don't need ya
I want a real bitch, that suck a dime out a parkin meter
Read the scripture
When I stroke, It's like I'm in a picture,
Comin' down from in the hills
Surrounded by the stars
Pop a couple pills
And spit out a couple bars
Flying saucer on some wheels
Got us hoppin' out
sailing smoothly
They say I'm blinded by the light
But all I'm seeing is cash and booty
Oh skeet
Me an hoes go deep
Bump the flow she a freak
Vulnerable she
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be scattering
Over the global my vocals be traveling unraveling my abdomen
It's slime
cookin' breakfast, heh
Still gettin' followed by those hip-hop fans
It ain't a thang for me to get swallowed, I get zip-hop head
Let me be your baby daddy,
buyin a coat
Bronx bomber, superb on the freak momma
Stinkin movin, my whole crew is comin through
Yeah..
[Chorus]
[Kool
[Patra]
Yeah, this is the real vibes, okay?
To all the man and the 'oman dem out there
This the word
The original jazz and the reggae vibe
when we lead out
Now looky here, my big ideas
Gonna get me in trouble now amongst my peers
But have no fear, no bother cry tears
You're just miles
I'm just tryna make a hundred thousand by my lonely
Don't know why they talkin' shit, I do it for my whole team
Never swallow up my pride, that shit
talk
But my phone out
Get freak mode, im a cheat code
Pass to her, then she smoke
Rips in cough, think she choke
Starts to cry think she joke
Off
cried
GiGi, I’m terrified
Prayers up for Vanessa God
Can’t imagine her to suffer
Whole world been in mourning
Stuck in a moment like a video buffer
Shawty
a fucking red dress
She like the way her vvs last
Everybody knows that in the streets she the best
I'm a lil freak but you already know I'm nasty
She didn't
screamin, "I'm so poor"
Hit records, bangin videos but I'm so poor
Yo, can I hold somethin? I'm fucked up, duke
You can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up
proceeded to pick Tyson up on Palmetto
Bounced out the Q, scanned the blocks on both aves
Got too much on the line, can't get pinched by crabs
Jail and money
[Birdman]
What's up Chop (What's happenin wit ya baby)
nigga how you feel comin'out that project nigga
to these E-States and floatin on these million
Hydraulic systems so advanced that our
Culture couldn't replicate the shit
If that don't freak you out, it freak me out
Cause i was wondering what
That could
hustling by myself cuz I don't need nobody
Keep your lil invite I ain't coming to your party
Won't cap and say no more because it's been no parties, hey
If
red
And if Alex Jones is right again
A year from now all the kids are gonna be dead
How does that not freak you out
No, I don't care when the next
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