CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sellin crack to yo grandpa
Woke up knowin that i am the sh*t
Got two semis on me and they loadin with the clip
Got 10s grindin all night at the crib
Blowin stupid im retarded i do not listen to sh*t
Long barrel on that b*t*h with the kick back
I dont wanna do sh*t so imma kick back
All these bands in my account im talkin big racks
I said, wrist froze
Had to stomp a pu**y in my timbs tho
Shotgun blow akimbo
f**k that b*t*h and kick her out my window
Like damn, tho
Like damn, you really said that
b*t*h im really in this sh*t forever like a neck tat
Like where the f**k are my friends at
Hairoin my brother i got yankees on my damn cap
Yankee, fitted
Timbs, withered
You in it for the digits lil b*t*h i am a winner
Your b*t*h, i hit her
pu**y for dinner
She actin like a saint but in my dms she a sinner
Im sеllin crack to yo grandpa
Pull up on your block and really bleed it like a tampon
In all pink like [?]
Singin to yo b*t*h joе jonas back in camp rock
Im in the trenches yea im hands on
Rob you for an eighth then i go ghost like danny phantom
Drip drop red syrup in my fanta
Sack on my back merry Christmas b*t*h im santa
I get the sack wait pause that
Red dot sight on your head like a ballcap
And you can call i won't call back
Me and shini get under the skin just like a ballsack
Who that b*t*h think you [?] i think i need her
Smokin on that launch pack got amnesia
Tortured from the d**k lil b*t*h just had a seizure
d**k like crack rock all these b*t*hes be fiending
All those text messages didn't mean nun'
How many b*t*hes gonna pull up with me tons
Im with your mom doin ketamine
stop playin with me bruh
You b*t*h
Got two semis on me and they loadin with the clip
Got 10s grindin all night at the crib
Blowin stupid im retarded i do not listen to sh*t
Long barrel on that b*t*h with the kick back
I dont wanna do sh*t so imma kick back
All these bands in my account im talkin big racks
I said, wrist froze
Had to stomp a pu**y in my timbs tho
Shotgun blow akimbo
f**k that b*t*h and kick her out my window
Like damn, tho
Like damn, you really said that
b*t*h im really in this sh*t forever like a neck tat
Like where the f**k are my friends at
Hairoin my brother i got yankees on my damn cap
Yankee, fitted
Timbs, withered
You in it for the digits lil b*t*h i am a winner
Your b*t*h, i hit her
pu**y for dinner
She actin like a saint but in my dms she a sinner
Im sеllin crack to yo grandpa
Pull up on your block and really bleed it like a tampon
In all pink like [?]
Singin to yo b*t*h joе jonas back in camp rock
Im in the trenches yea im hands on
Rob you for an eighth then i go ghost like danny phantom
Drip drop red syrup in my fanta
Sack on my back merry Christmas b*t*h im santa
I get the sack wait pause that
Red dot sight on your head like a ballcap
And you can call i won't call back
Me and shini get under the skin just like a ballsack
Who that b*t*h think you [?] i think i need her
Smokin on that launch pack got amnesia
Tortured from the d**k lil b*t*h just had a seizure
d**k like crack rock all these b*t*hes be fiending
All those text messages didn't mean nun'
How many b*t*hes gonna pull up with me tons
Im with your mom doin ketamine
stop playin with me bruh
You b*t*h
