Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
Em
Eyes wide open, got that purple,
but no swisher
That elixir be a bitch,
but I swear sometimes I miss her
Yeah, she'll puik with the swing,
this one here will over fence her
Get in love with extreme,
but I never been her
Tip her bitches lightly, say they love me
I just call it like I see it
She support and call me king
She just talkin' cause I be it
On the run, feel like I'm racin'
Can't keep up, too busy chasin',
squad adjacent
Just in case the beefy cook
Em
Bring him through, said he got the juice
Said he hot as who?
Baseheads run the wall,
shit, thought you knew
From the bottom, who?
Leave them all in coffins
with this tri -angle offense
Ho -T, draped in green,
B
like them niggas play for Bo ston
Em
On my board, not quite like Carson
Yoga flame, these kicks is awesome,
I'm so awesome
They look tough,
but inside verified like possums
Probably coastin' till December
All depends on what it's costin'
Eat that big cake and some frosting
B
Still don't see the needin' flossin'
Em
First they love you, then they hate you
Then they love you, then they hate you
Then they hate you, then they hate
Middle fingers up if they
ain't make you
Middle fingers up
if they can't break you
Once you start to bubble,
then they hate you
First they love you, then they hate you
Then they love you, then they hate you
Middle fingers up if they ain't make it
Middle fingers up if they can't break it
L .I. L .I. L .I. L .I.
All my niggas bout it, bout it so you
B
gon' get your ass whipped
Em
If any hair upon my body,
B
haunt my niggas drillin' shit
Em
Most these niggas frenemies
and all their hoes be feelin' me
Cool as ever, young father figure,
your oldest daughter's nigga
We here, where the trees at?
My nigga roll it up, light it up,
B
hit it two times and start a relay blunt
Em
Triangle Records is the team
B
and I'm the starting one
Em
Syph ditched the ball, I just scored,
Em
Curry won his game time,
B
Kobe won his green time
Em
B
We down 3 to 1, then it's LeBron,
how my team shine
Em
Hold up, I've been rolling now,
really rolling now
Fangs showing I'm a beast,
B
fuck you niggas talking bout
Em
Bet ter watch your mouth
cause it get ugly when my youngin's out
B
Feel like Peter Parker in that whip
Em
and you ain't gettin' out
If anybody ask him,
B
I ain't seen him, I was dancin'
Em
That love and hate mentality
B
drain the soul out your bastard
Em
First they love you, then they hate you,
then they love you, then they hate
you, hate you, hate you, hate you
Middle fingers up if they
ain't make you
Middle fingers up
if they can't break you
Once you start to bubble,
then they hate you
First they love you, then they hate you,
then they love you, then they hate you
Middle fingers up if they ain't
make you
Middle fingers up if they can't
break you
Watch you start to bubble,
Em
They love you, then they hate you,
B
Em
then they love you, then they hate you
Middle fingers up if
they can't break you
B
Once you start to bubble,
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