Lost Boys lyrics

[Verse 1]
Banana clips cause it's scary on top
No it's not, banana splits with a cherry on top
Don't hold the fudge b*tch, I hold a grudge b*tch
You could been dumb rich but now you're just some b*tch
No identity, your misery serenity
She had her head up her ass like a centipede
I'm the remedy, I'm a Kennedy
Weird science, b*tch we had chemistry
We at the Hyatt, b*tch we had Hennessy
Been trying to hit that since my moms house on Genesy
And you got thicker since yo ass moved from Tennessee
If loving me's a crime, guess I'm the sentencing
Get lost boy, Rick Ross boy
Corey Haim: I get flyer than a Lost Boy
No doy, Asian broad fed me Bok Choi
This is Sparta homeboy, we are not coy

[Hook: CENTURY]
Call a b*tch, on the phone
She pleases me, when y'all gone
She try to stay, when I get long
Kick rocks, I don't want talk ???
If you think I'm cold, b*tch too bad
Nacho, Century, big swag
I'm telling you, she's choosing up
I don't want to be her man, I just wanna f*ck
[Verse 2]
Everybody wanna eat, but nobody want the rations
They couldn't see my bars if I was spitting with a caption
We gets no reaction, I gets no satisfaction
I'm a Rolling Stone, in the homes I be crashing
Robbing like Baskins, my b*tch so frigid
That I thought she Alaskan, and we lost all the passion
The only time we see eye to eye when we smashing
Vanity, I still got her hooked, Action Jackson
Bad chick, black skin, thicker than yak skin
Dope's out, racks in, n*gga what's happenin'?
Stacks out her pus*y so we call it Grand Canyon
Her and my cannons are my only companions
Barbarian, Conan, show no compassion
Baby I'm a swinger, who cares if I'm landing?
b*tches be blabbing, their friends wanna cram in
I did her like Gucci pushed the b*tch out the wagon

[Hook]