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For boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and with the trampoline on the floor
I'm pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
What's your again? Nobody knows it
Don't to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, picnic
Not of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a
Please and get me
Said I suck him at your
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody with me
I got banned from New Zealand, called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never
But you fucked up as a parent, your idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that back
And your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest album since the days of sound
And that shit pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, his hooves
the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm the stakes
Mom I you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why don't they me?
Cause gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only ever to check Nike

Richer than white people with kids
than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie at my wedding
say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom throwin' to me
I a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer a bite or somethin'
I wanna the tanks to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's funny when you get money
Every you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra me
want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, emotions out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go hard"

For boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and got a trampoline in my room

Two, Three,
Hold your fuckin'
Niggas really fuckin' thought T lost it
Like I'm at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all smoke like broken exhaust tips
losers

Hold your ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no
I

This them golf boys, like hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go like before Cain
Got too drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a and she give brain
That's that road head, that's a car
Got a ten, of that same year I was born
that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a ways to die son
I'm at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high well done and cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time
She got hair Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be bottles
Bitch I'm goin' than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald
Boy lets get a scrimmage, cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's German
You bring the nooses, and a trees
Where the money grow, and get burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or in Berlin
Or some niggas Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the like Erick Sermon
Was, us, maybe we should team up
Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma

Son you need
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new
And you pussies that we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Golf