Donald

Everywhere I go I got a bottle I ain't really worried bout tomorrow, yeah I done made a livin on the bottom, yeah Leaves fallin all around me like autumn, yeah Winnin with the words, that's boggle I done went and fucked a couple models Everywhere I go I got a bottle, yeah Rollin up the orange, that's Donald, yeah Everywhere I go I got a bottle, wrist break pullin back on the throttle Y'all some damn clowns out actin like Ronald Y'all done hit the big head cheat, got the bobble You just write fake shit homie like the Bible Anyone can get it, go Shroud with the rifle You are not G.O.A.T. god damn you in denial Smokin that rope, Ben Frank, Green Mile, yeah, unh I get all wasted with Bill, start wandering around through the Ville I just cough, facing to feel, off dazed in the field, hair split Cruella Deville Only one finger for the cops, start pointing at my crotch like Triple H, tell em eat cock Fuckin drum mag on a hot pink glock popped off in a rhythm like I'm trying to beatbox Bitch dumb as Meatwad but she fine like Scarlet Saturn Gang roll up into Charlotte, get the bars lit Yeah I got the Woods on fire like it's arson Propane gas motherfucka that's Arlen, yeah They don't want smoke like work do randoms We could let it burst, yeah I don't want no ransom I been Bender drunk with bricks up in the trunk Was mixin Benadryl with rum to get a buzz, yeah, unh Yeah, foggin and fumin, throw up your horns and represent, yeah, unh Yeah, I am not human, I am part demon Devil Jin, yeah Smoke in my hat got me squintin, I done burned holes in my jacket, unh, yeah I feel like rap is my mission, I'll do this shit from my casket, unh, yeah Cigarette lit like I'm Johnny Cash We was rollin round in Ronnie's Pontiac Need them Hefty's homie, that's them giant bags In the Druff they won't know where your body's at Bitch I'm stackin, know it's madness, So I keep movin on to new grounds Bitches babblin, Don't even ask em to hit after Dylan rollin, passin boom around, yeah I got that smoke like it's MK, I'm tryin to get through a tense day Ash has been turnin my hands gray, flamin like Entei Dab like I'm bowin to sensei, flip it like Lince Sicker than SARS, yeah, Nemesis huntin the S.T.A.R.S This that tuberculosis, I'll be rich and hopeless Probably overdose and crash my fuckin Lotus, yeah, unh Everywhere I go I got a bottle I ain't really worried bout tomorrow Kick her out the door, she don't swallow Rollin up the orange, that's Donald