[Produced by Por Vida & Nephew Hesh]
[Intro: dc4prez]
(sh*t!)
(yuh!)
(aye!)
(okay!)
(yeah!)
(aye!)
(yeah!)
(okay!)
(yeah!)
(yeah!)
(yeah!)
(okay!)
(yup!)
(yup!)
(yup!)
[Verse 1: dc4prez]
All u n*ggas subpar holup
Make a n*gga duck off holup
Catch me with the gang on gang sh*t bang so the sh*t don’t rub off holup
Third eye through the peephole holup
Laid back getting deepthroat holup
Chump change for the birds had to learn that early to map with the negros holup
Follow the yellow brick road
Weather the cold
I’m in this yellow b*tch throat
Ready to cope
Working on filling her soul
I’m missing my own and picking these quotes up lil bih
Huh road tunnel vis tho
Roll with the kinfolk
b*tch i’m fried, i’m on tip
b*tch gon slide on that di*k
Wrist on fye, i don’t spend
n*gga just whipped in the kitchen
n*ggas look sick and they itching
Me and that boat went the distance
I’m feelin sober, time really froze my heart is a cold one
[Chorus: twohorizonra]
f*ck that hoe sh*t, aye
Gettin’ even wit this pimpin’ getcho throat slit, aye
f*ck yo season Shonen jumpin’ off the boat b*tch
Don’t mind my hope b*tch
I’m rollin’ dope wit horoscope burnt down yo home b*tch
So what he ain’t known, what?
And he get thrown, what?
Yo watch the throne sl*t
Mama think ain’t grown, what?
Aye
Kunai slice ain’t roll the dice I paid the price, right
Parasite the host is you I hope the price is is right
[Verse 2: twohorizonra]
Oh that’s nice
Traverse floors quick
Ain’t no whip finna catch cool whip
White on white how the Supra sit
E85 go ghost when I dip
I been gone oh
So so long yo
They been asking what is wrong
Visually got my demeanor f*cked up why I write this song what
[Chorus: twohorizonra]
f*ck that hoe sh*t, aye
Gettin’ even wit this pimpin’ getcho throat slit, aye
f*ck yo season Shonen jumpin’ off the boat b*tch
Don’t mind my hope b*tch
I’m rollin’ dope wit horoscope burnt down yo home b*tch
[Verse 3: Kenny Casanova]
Yeah b*tch i said what i said what i said boi
pus*y look so good imma run her til her legs off
This ain't ted talk my whole mind be messed up
Keep on actin stupid bet them bullets make ya head soft
Tick tock
Speaker on my wrist and my spliff and her lips throbbin so i iced out her clit
Watch my drift, drivin tha 240 so legit
I got some condoms on my dresser i ain't open in 2 years
Im still rollin in da lyft
Made tha driver pop a uuey
Cops is posted up inside my crib
Let me smoke inside ya whip
Been a heathen im stoned shorty
Wanna bone i hit her w my di*k
Boy u better check ya tone
Got guerillas in da mist
[Verse 4: YD]
Runnin to da pit
U might get stomped on ya neck
First comes rock jajanken blow ya set
Homicide n*ggas where da fuc r u at
Ima ride wit ya on da way der n back
Tolda sit ya ass back dineee
b*tch on my left
Met er from da h tineeee
Dats on me
Who u f*ckin wit nahhhh?
Lemme get dis drank
Pink divin in da crowd
Aye yea beat dat n*gga down
Giv 4 da rest of my tip
Aye
Need bank rolls all attached to my hip
I say
Weight a n*gga down
Get off my shoulders n dip
Aye cut da hoe sh*t
U’on even kno sh*t aye
[Chorus: twohorizonra]