[Intro]
Welcome back to today with Richard Bey. Now, our next guest is a single parent. Please welcome, Bruno! (Damn, son. Where'd you find this.)
[Verse 1: Flash Aidan]
I just want the cash (uh)
Flexin' in my bag
I want b*tches doin' crack (uh)
Knees that I can sag
Now I'm antsy smokin' grass (uh)
Choppa in my pocket
Pocket rocket
Everybody runnin'
People do the dash
I like cars, I like speed (uh)
I don't wanna wait
I like shorty, she so clean (what)
Take 'er on a date
She so walkie, she mans throat (uh)
She don't wanna mate
I'm mad c*cky, that's a know (what)
I don't wanna wait
I'm so fast, I can gas (uh)
Runnin' in the flame
Chasin' fast on your gas (what)
If you rob my chain
Do the dash, I make cash (uh)
Wanna rob a bank
You with shorty, that's a ass (uh)
Smokin' on that stank
[Chorus: Lil Waldo]
(Ay, ah) Come on my mans if you wanna throw hands
Posted with di*ky like I'm Taliban
Get it so hot that we might hit the fan
Is you gon be there when sh*t hit the fan
Call me water the liter like Peter the Pan
Iced out my b*tch then I flew to Japan
Beg for a feature, like why you so eager
The lean in my liter, I'm here for the bands
(Ay, ah) Come on my mans if you wanna throw hands
Posted with di*ky like I'm Taliban
Get it so hot that we might hit the fan
Is you gon be there when sh*t hit the fan
Call me water the liter like Peter the Pan
Iced out my b*tch then I flew to Japan
Beg for a feature, like why you so eager
The lean in my liter, I'm here for the bands
[Verse 2: Lil Waldo]
I break the peace, f*ck a Quaker (ay)
My wrist, they lookin' like glacier (whoa)
Halo like doo doo doo, shoot you like laser
Shoot 'em like threes, like I play for the Lakers (ay, ay)
Shoot 'em like threes, like I play for the Lakers (ay)
Shoot 'em like threes, like I play for the Lakers
[Verse 3: Young Gancho]
My clique don't f*ck with you
Choppa click like boom
You quitters like too too
Spit just how I shoot
Wrists look like a pool
b*tch, I feel like Tommy Cruz
(Ay) Tommy
I might just f*ck on your mommy
She save on my di*k, like ooh, mommy
Splashin' that b*tch like tsunami
My di*k be holy like commie
Told 'em get out of my comments
You not ready, you don't want it
Rocket fancy, like a comet
Your b*tch pull up and she toppin'
I'm off the bean like a zombie
They want me, they want me
Choppa, my sh*t be so wavy
I get the suds like I'm Gravy
She look like an angel, she save me
I get the gas like VP
You got no sticks, heat a BB
She's on my phone, 'cause she need me
On 'er like 23, like 23
[Outro]
Trapaholics, b*tch! (b*tch, b*tch)