Yuh, go outside
I need a break, need a br-br
If you saw
If you s-s-s
Break your face, break your face
In a bank, fuck your fang
Couldnt even count all my motherfuckin bank, all my bank
If I get a pole, I keep it close
Smokin on gas, bitch Im feelin like The Hulk
B-B-Bitch, Im fuckin spazzin out, I think I might have a stroke
Oh, oh, oh, think Ill have a stroke
Stroke, stroke
A-A-All these checks I gotta get
We gon pop em all like Armageddon
Bitch, Im on my way to fuckin heaven
Many problems, I gotta admit it, yuh
R-Really, I think that I just ascended
Takin yo shit, like a mo-fuckin bandit
Bitch, when Im finished, youre gon need a Band-Aid
I got a mask on, bitch, you know that Im busy
Thats right, nobody fuckin with me
Hey, hey, h-h-hello
Bitch, Im pickin up the phone
Why you tryna talk if Im not home?
I think Im really the G.O.A.T, think I, think I need to go
All white, lookin like the fuckin snow
Came up with a plan, all of these shits in my head
Swip-swap, might buy me a-
We gonna fuck him up, that is the plan
100 mil in my motherfuckin hand
This is the thing, I got the upper hand
I be investing in some muhfuckin land
You really lyin, cause that shit lame
Im popular, just cause I think Im really dead
All of the bullets just stay in my head
He talkin, thought he was really a fed
We gonna drop him like Whole Lotta Red
He gonna drop down then die in a bed
Okay, in this part of the song
Im gonna do something so unexpected
Like Im Eternal Atake, I be makin all this bank
Now what the fuck do you think?
That is, if you even think
Because I think that you dont
Get the fuck out of my face
I dont want you, Im just tryna hop in my Ghost
Say that you care about me and you love me
I know that youre lying because you a roach
He said I got bread, I suppose
He talkin shit we fuck up his nose
Im irresponsible, I got a pole
I never cared bout the motherfuckin Pope
Yeah, I keep me a pole, I keep me a pole, fuckin up his nose
I just spent half of my life turning that nothing to something
And I know they just talkin tough because they really just bluffing
And as it stands right now, bitch, Im still fucking struggling
You said you live in the park, but in the suburb that shits troubling
You said that youre moving bricks
But your ass wasnt really hustling
You say you putting in work
But you complainin bout the mumbling
Get a job, get a life, I dont care about yo shit
If you wanna talk your talk, talk your talk then suck my dick
I know you was tryna hang, but you not part of the clique
Like Im underwater breathing, bitch, I came in with the drip
You cant talk about your shit, but when I catch you, do not slip
And dont trick, came in with the .30, made him do a trick
Choppa made him do his dance, if you dont like it, better sit
Is eating sardines with the noodles
Cause I couldnt choose and pick
You be acting like you gangsta
But your privilege is a bitch
And they be always tryna copy, get the fuck up off my dick
Get the fuck up off my dick, letting you know you aint shit
And fuck up out my face, Ima let you know you not legit
I got that gold up on my watch
That shit be looking like some piss
And Ima go and switch the language
Cause I feel like doin that shit, feel me
Eu sou brasileiro at o dia que eu morrer
O tempo passa muito rpido acabei de perceber
Agora eu to indo pra casa, ento fica pra outra vez
Voc d, voc pega de volta, eu vou receber
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