(LiL THC)
Feel the piercing from your eyes
Looking at your pictures high
I got no where else to hide
I got no where else to hide
Countin' bands by my lonely
Only if you didn’t f*ck all my brodies
Oh jeez
Bhb be the gang
I don’t really f*ck with lames
THC be switchin' lanes
Cbd be on my brain
(Zeni Moe)
Boy why you lyin', boy why you lyin'
We all know ya ain't servin'
All dee b*tches birds ya they f*ckin' birds
I can hear they ass chirpin'
You just f*ckin' mad cos' we winnin' ya
Yee ain't ever put the work in
Gettin' top from a lil thot and she hit them notes pitch perfect
She won save face but she gave face
Lookin' like she cover in the vogue
Caught a new case got a new bae
And she f*ck me with my side hoe
(LiL THC)
Try to press me down
But I press these f*ckers back
Goth shawty on that pole
While I’m smokin on this pack
I got all day
Yeah it's on me
Feelin' holy
No clout but you throw shade
I'm like okay