Uh yeah come on
Uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Brick talk
Shit talk
I done spent so many nights all alone in the rain
I be giving it my all, and they just gon' money drain
All them feelings and emotions, they done went down the drain
I take Percocets to cope with this and all above this fame
This pain
And I've been trying to go up bigger and better
I told shawty soon, that I'm gon' change the weather
Slide behind my brother I don't care bout where whoever
This designer fur soaking up my drippy sweater
I play for keeps, I go for broke
I in the yo, with a bad lil' hoe, and she give me throat
I'm dripping cold
Yeah, I'm slimy green, it's like serpent ain't no toad
He chat too much on live, he must want tag up on his toes
Oh, oh, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I got some blazers that's gon' shoot right in the back
Don't want your pussy, put your head right where my sack at
You and your best behavior teach you how to stack
Oh, stack the green
I popped a bean
Shawty only want me for the dick up in her spleen
Consecutive block like four times and it sting
And I just, like, can y'all help me understand
Why these f*ck niggas be talking like that
And why she be
F*ck it
I mixed Percocet with X and popped a Molly
Bitch, I'm too slimy, I'm smiling, off smiley
I know I broke your heart over and over, but I'm sorry
Bitch, I wanna be alone, don't invite me to no parties
No I won't attend ya function, unless it's bout f*cking munyun
Hope you know when I gon' pull up, selling packs that smell like Funyuns
Oh, wait, I mean Funyuns
Need some munyun for funyun
They talk like they got fire tucked, got a button you dunyun
My wrist is stoned
Just hit my phone
Just let me know the price and them bricks gon be gone
She sending all them spies and they soaring like drones
I tell my plays, hit my flip phone
You hit my flip phone too, baby
As long as you ain't crazy
Bitch I'm tryna become great
Oh, oh, oh
Bitch this flow wide, flick you like a door stop
Break ya back in, send ya out just like a post stop
I'm a rock star, baby, I'm a road star
We can take flicks but no, I ain't gon' post ha
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Uh yeah come on
Uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Brick talk
Shit talk
I done spent so many nights all alone in the rain
I be giving it my all, and they just gon' money drain
All them feelings and emotions, they done went down the drain
I take Percocets to cope with this and all above this fame
This pain
And I've been trying to go up bigger and better
I told shawty soon, that I'm gon' change the weather
Slide behind my brother I don't care bout where whoever
This designer fur soaking up my drippy sweater
I play for keeps, I go for broke
I in the yo, with a bad lil' hoe, and she give me throat
I'm dripping cold
Yeah, I'm slimy green, it's like serpent ain't no toad
He chat too much on live, he must want tag up on his toes
Oh, oh, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I got some blazers that's gon' shoot right in the back
Don't want your pussy, put your head right where my sack at
You and your best behavior teach you how to stack
Oh, stack the green
I popped a bean
Shawty only want me for the dick up in her spleen
Consecutive block like four times and it sting
And I just, like, can y'all help me understand
Why these f*ck niggas be talking like that
And why she be
F*ck it
I mixed Percocet with X and popped a Molly
Bitch, I'm too slimy, I'm smiling, off smiley
I know I broke your heart over and over, but I'm sorry
Bitch, I wanna be alone, don't invite me to no parties
No I won't attend ya function, unless it's bout f*cking munyun
Hope you know when I gon' pull up, selling packs that smell like Funyuns
Oh, wait, I mean Funyuns
Need some munyun for funyun
They talk like they got fire tucked, got a button you dunyun
My wrist is stoned
Just hit my phone
Just let me know the price and them bricks gon be gone
She sending all them spies and they soaring like drones
I tell my plays, hit my flip phone
You hit my flip phone too, baby
As long as you ain't crazy
Bitch I'm tryna become great
Oh, oh, oh
Bitch this flow wide, flick you like a door stop
Break ya back in, send ya out just like a post stop
I'm a rock star, baby, I'm a road star
We can take flicks but no, I ain't gon' post ha
Uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Brick talk
Shit talk
I done spent so many nights all alone in the rain
I be giving it my all, and they just gon' money drain
All them feelings and emotions, they done went down the drain
I take Percocets to cope with this and all above this fame
This pain
And I've been trying to go up bigger and better
I told shawty soon, that I'm gon' change the weather
Slide behind my brother I don't care bout where whoever
This designer fur soaking up my drippy sweater
I play for keeps, I go for broke
I in the yo, with a bad lil' hoe, and she give me throat
I'm dripping cold
Yeah, I'm slimy green, it's like serpent ain't no toad
He chat too much on live, he must want tag up on his toes
Oh, oh, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I got some blazers that's gon' shoot right in the back
Don't want your pussy, put your head right where my sack at
You and your best behavior teach you how to stack
Oh, stack the green
I popped a bean
Shawty only want me for the dick up in her spleen
Consecutive block like four times and it sting
And I just, like, can y'all help me understand
Why these f*ck niggas be talking like that
And why she be
F*ck it
I mixed Percocet with X and popped a Molly
Bitch, I'm too slimy, I'm smiling, off smiley
I know I broke your heart over and over, but I'm sorry
Bitch, I wanna be alone, don't invite me to no parties
No I won't attend ya function, unless it's bout f*cking munyun
Hope you know when I gon' pull up, selling packs that smell like Funyuns
Oh, wait, I mean Funyuns
Need some munyun for funyun
They talk like they got fire tucked, got a button you dunyun
My wrist is stoned
Just hit my phone
Just let me know the price and them bricks gon be gone
She sending all them spies and they soaring like drones
I tell my plays, hit my flip phone
You hit my flip phone too, baby
As long as you ain't crazy
Bitch I'm tryna become great
Oh, oh, oh
Bitch this flow wide, flick you like a door stop
Break ya back in, send ya out just like a post stop
I'm a rock star, baby, I'm a road star
We can take flicks but no, I ain't gon' post ha
Writer: Izaiah Conway
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