Aw, nigga thought he killed me?. Alright, that's cool, we'll see. . Strict top of the crop shit. Crushin' muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit. Dollar cents since shit, sense I ain't lost it.
You're crazy for this one!. . Related. . Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs. . Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas". . Refresh Your Christmas Playlist With These 10 Modern Holiday Tracks.
Foot and hand on the gates. We was jumping I'm like "fuck" like quicksand in my ways. Always stuck & I'm stuck until an ambulance came. The first time I changed fast through Los Angeles lanes.
Gorgeous chrome-plated horse whip. Home-making paintings for poor quality porn flicks. Court adjourned and the verdict's still saucy. Sack swinging like Dub-D40 on a door hinge.
Self-loathing narcissist. Spittin' crowbars out the back window of cars and shit. And acting like a klonopin binge-hardening. And switching up the moniker of artists into arsonists.
Good grief, I been reaping what I sow. nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute. I been living what I wrote. And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas.
Said this a hit of liquid heroin. Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin. 'Til one of us leave in an ambulance. Blow the smoke of the spliff in your eyes.
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Chef Sweaty braising your faculty. Face getting gray from the ash, but I'm laughing. That's the trace of me nigga. Fuck out my face while I'm thinking.
Yo, I'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while. Jacking off to buffering vids of Asher Roth eating apple sauce. Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws.
I know everyone has their own fucking version of this. But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh. . Related. . Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs. . Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas".
Intercepting a fifth of whisky. And neckin it 'til I'm dizzy. I never was defenseless. I never hugged a fence. I pick a side and trust in it. Stomach full of drugs and shit.
Juicebox, tank top, tube socks. Dude stop, forehead shiny like a new Glock. Two shots fired at the Excursion we were swervin' in. All purpose verses with a passion for servin' kids.
It's the pick of the litter. Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggers. Yellin' at the trees like hey, hi mister. I'm Life Litter's official stripe getter.
Something sinister to it. Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving. Through the city with criminal stealth. Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work.
I feel like the Tom Sawyer for real niggas. Looking for a problem, revolver under the Hilfiger. No bluff needed, we will kill niggas. So try me if you want, bruh, I promise I'm with all of that.
"What's up, nigga?. Why you so depressed and sad all the time like a little bitch?. What's the problem, man?. Niggas want to hear you rap. Don't nobody care about how you feel, we want raps, nigga".
Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwing chairs, killing shit. I'm half privileged, think white and have nigger lips. A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant.
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Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the crib. Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss. Urine burnin', I could smell the liquor in this. Cats always tryna' pick up the fist.