Jotaro & Dio lyrics

by

Kasher Quon


[Verse 1: Kasher Quon and UndefinedTheGod]
(Undefined, Undefined, Undefined)
I just picked this lil' b*tch up at one in the mornin' (come on)
But I gotta leave in an hour, I gotta perform
My cousin on the road right now with oranges (pills)
I got a fan in the room right now, she tryna record it (a fan)
But I told that b*tch bag up (bag up)
A fan got too close in the mall, I said "back up" (back up)
I'm finna pull up on this b*tch in a Lamb truck (skrrt)
But it ain't mines, I just got it off of Enterprise
Finally bust your first scam, what, you want a prize?
Showed this b*tch 20k, she was mesmerized (here)
Caught one of my opps and that n*gga was terrified (scared)
I just Karo'ed a n*gga juice with Theraflu
This b*tch sucked my di*k for an hour, I'm scared of you
I'm finna take my b*tch to the mall for a pair of shoes
I'll have a n*gga come kill you for a pair of shoes
I got two bad-ass hoes in the living room

[Verse 2: Kobe24]
Almost went to jail for [?] so I need to sit and chill
This b*tch want me to come over and Netflix and chill
I think she want me to come over and pay her WiFi bill
Beat this one n*gga's ass for givin' me a fake pill (stupid)
Wearin' fake chains is gon' turn your neck green
I heard your big homie a rat like Tom and Jerry
I f*cked a white b*tch from Portland named Katy Perry (I did)
A package got seized one time, and that was scary (it was!)
I'm sick n*ggas out here wearin' di*kies
My plug 'bout to go buy another Maserati
n*ggas get locked up, start singin' like Tekashi
Free my brother right now, sittin' in the county (free him)
n*ggas f*cked up, can't buy a box of cookies (damn)
I'm smokin' some exotic ass sh*t, it's kinda pricy (it is)
This b*tch ugly as hell, she like Cthulhu!
You was a shooter back then, now you turned to a fruit loop
I sold a bag of Runtz and filled it with Froot Loops
I'm chasin' bands right now, I can't speak for you (I can't)
I saw my opps at the mall with some beat-up shoes
This b*tch ain't have enough to pay her Hulu (sad)
My uncle a crackhead, I think he Bobby Brown
n*ggas get fronted, don't make back off a pound
I'm a dog-ass n*gga, just throw me in the pound
n*ggas broke as f*ck, can't even get they car out of impound
Next year I'm finna go buy a [?]
I just f*cked a redhead b*tch, I think it was Wendy
How you wear designer clothes but you work at Wendy's? (burger)
n*ggas flashin' 1's when they showin' off they money
Had to stop f*ckin' with a couple n*ggas, they was iffy
Finna make a power play, I'll be there in a jiffy
Almost killed this one lil n*gga over 50
Finna get rich or die tryin', like 50 (here I come bro)
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