F Corona lyrics

[Intro]
Woah, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah (I'm a pirate, I'm a pirate)
Woah, oh, oh, ooh, ooh
(Ashlee went crazy on this b*tch)
Hey

[Verse 1]
Rappin' on beats, got me far (Got me far, got me far)
I'm sellin' diesel out my car (Out my car, out my car)
I got more gas than a gas station
I lost my cousin at the gas station (I lost)
That's why I don't pump gas at BP no more
That's why I don't walk light, the streets ain't bright no more
It's cutthroat, watch your approach
I'm the n*gga with the crosses on his clothes, like the pope
Chrome hearts, chrome hearts
Givin' my daughter my heart
Then I put her to sleep, yeah
'Cause I gotta work, yeah
I'm on some presidential sh*t, my watch don't tick tock
And I had to ban ya' b*tch like Trump did Tik Tok (Let's go)
After I c*m on her toes, she wanna lip lock
All her friends hate me, I feel like Chris Rock
I used to sell out DC, now I'm tryna' sell out Wizards seats
Now I'm in a place where only the homies can come visit me