作词 : Tsian
作曲 : Tsian
编曲 : Tsian
Get your wig fkin split
Better run the roulette
They be talking bout my lisp
But my cardigan sick
Why you resort to bullets
When you feel Disrespected
Wingardium Leviousa, bitch
Gotta get this
Gotta go get my first mil check
On a treadmill take this shit step by step
But I will still be scheming
Convinced my brothers got my back
Neighbors complaining bout me yelling explicit
lyrics, I'm a bad influence to kids
Bitch, I'm living in tents
Still dreaming, I'm counting in tens
Last night, I connected with a girl
She gave me the neck
Bitch, me and you just met
But text me the address
Immaculate conversations,
Inoculated, that’s a green flag
Suddenly she acting weird
Need you a Jesus piece, that shit don't make u queer
These days I prefer my shit in paper bag
Put it in the bank, get my paper back
Invest in some cashmeres
Tryna resist the urge of getting a beamer
Make it rain on their asses, cuz it's just mere cash
Will we ever see some yellow faces in the White House, I mean
I understand these people live in fear
Cower before power afraid the hour is coming in near
Man, I don't care
Itdon't matter the race
Good men are gon be good
Selfish be selfish
Saints gon be saints
You go be you
And I’m gon be fine
Ha, I'm just trying to make this shit rhyme
And till we see each other eye to eye
It's just only a matter of time I can make you mine
We just be wasting our time
And if you hear this, this a sign you recline in my mind
Y'all are weak,
Owe me an apology
Now that I practice sodomy
These bitches all nod to me
Wait, it ought to be, the broccolis
These greens be good for your eyes
My bros playing for ice
AndI'm just trynna make my skin look nice
Like flacko joyde, I just **** with a Dyke
Sike
And till we see each other eye to eye
It's only a matter of time I can make you mine
We just be wasting our time
And if you hear this, this a sign u recline in my mind
We living in odd status, odd future, equilibrium madness
All this shit I can't fathom
Can’t seem to grasp, she's still going to classes
Saturday gotta do my taxes
She trynna tell me bout some deep shit, naw,
I'm just trynna relax in my Lexus
Straight From the gutter
I could take your ass up to the suburbs
But first I need to have a talk with your mother
A deep conversation, about how you are brought up
She telling me shut the **** up
She knows the words under my breath that I don't utter
Man, I won't utter
Scheming in my head how to be her future baby’s father
Lil bros They still playing games
Drowning in x's and o's
Looking for answers and hoes
Nowadays I don't answer the door
Naw I won't answer the phone
Not that I hate you, I'm just to broke to pay for the bills
NowI'm cleaning up some fker's body
Waiting on that check for a mil
Waiting for that check
Better eat your broccoli
Or the consequence gon be apocalyptic
You might die from some chronic shit
Chronologically you would first suffer from cancer
Honestly, I just want you to stay healthy
Eat some broccoli