étude frå Æ lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Beno]
Ooh-ooh (Hatred)
Yeah, yeah (1Day)
Ooh-ooh (Drugs)
Ayy, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Beno]
Go-go-goin' way too fast, I gotta brake, ho (Ooh-ooh)
Th-th-that bih been around, wonder why she ain't a main ho (Yeah)
Every night I'm cookin', Oxy' mixin' with the Kayroll (Ooh-ooh)
Right back on her ass, I ain't proud of it, I'm shameful (Yeah)
Y-y-yeah, on the Stilpane again, lil' baby, I need to drop some (Ooh-ooh)
Fi-five-liter twin-turbo V, it sound like a monster (Yeah)
Y-y-you can't even tell what I'm whippin', it's a concept (Ooh-ooh)
A-a-all y'all be with lames, I'm just up here with the bosses (Yeah)
R-Rick O', Helmut Lang, I can't tell you what the cost is (Ooh-ooh)
A-all I take is dubskis, all you been takin' is losses (Yeah)
A-ask me 'bout the opiates 'cause they know that I'm honest (Ooh-ooh)
I-I-I ain't gotta answer all that sh*t, I'm bein' honest (Yeah)

[Verse 2: 8nfra]
Yeah, b*tch, I just got hunnid of these bands (Yeah)
b*tch, I just got hunnid of them
Tryna knock they brains, yeah, [?] (Buh)
I'm talkin' 'bout your bro 'cause he won't keep his mouth shut (b*tch)
I don't even need to talk with them 'cause I'm just better, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Buzzcut, buzzkill, boy, you're gettin' small still
I'm not ridin' in no Tonka, still got [?] (Nah, nah)
Yeah, I'm pourin' out my four, ain't gettin' no [?] (Nah, nah)
I'm not signin' over M's, yeah, that's a sh*t deal (Okay, okay, okay)
You ain't rappin', lil' bro, that sh*t just a mismatch (Yeah)
Hit that man with the laser like he in laser tag (Yeah, yeah)
I don't need to be in malls to pop a f*ckin' tag (Nah, nah)
How you talk about your racks and get no f*ckin' bag? (Yeah, okay)
[Part II]

[Intro: Goony]
(Ayo, Bekzmo)
(Drugs)
(Uh) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Goony]
Pull up, b*tch, I'll slide
Pull up with that fye, yeah
Pull up right outside
That lil' b*tch gon' hide
Yeah, b*tch, I'm way too high
Put yo' mans up in the sky
Yeah, run, lil' b*tch, you gon' die so f*ckin' quick, huh, yeah
f*ck yo' b*tch, f*ck yo' gang, f*ck yo' clique, yeah
b*tch, I'm rich, I get bands, it ain't sh*t
Ain't throwin' fists, my bro pull up and shoot that b*tch up

[Part III]

[Intro]
(Drugs)

[Verse 4: des!]
Road rage, drivin' through the street like a maniac
Hide and seek, if you show ya cap, I'ma peel it back
Never miss, everything I touch, guarantee it slap
Peep that boy, comfy with the laws, guarantee he rat
Said I lean, then I snap, we can't go for none of that
Peelin' off, I'm in a Scat
Pop yo' ass just like a flat
I can find out where you stay and then f*ck up ya habitat
This sh*t crazy, play with gang, boy, you get ya head cracked
Chiefin' on some kush or reefer, got me chokin' on the pack
Money twerkin', doin' dances, flippin' up like acrobat
Choppers sittin' in the bayou where them gators might attack
Kamikaze, I might crash up in the bank and steal some racks
[Part IV]

[Intro: L0VER]
(Huh)
(T-T-Tecki)
Huh-uh

[Verse 5: L0VER]
Crazy every time, huh, yeah, yeah
[?], huh, yeah, yeah
b*tch, you on her [?], huh, yeah, yeah
[?], huh, yeah, yeah
[?]