music’s just the product of my procrastination aon give a fuck bout u boys tryna make it im jaded, hold up so much weight i cannot take it drop it then i tear the whole damn world to fucking pieces
im the young stunna but age doesnt matter right when im walking thru the streets, aint a fuckboy left in sight told a bitch, hop right off of my dick cuz its lines after lines but i aint talking no splits
its spliffs out the gutter but does that really matter everyone’s just flexin like they felons or they important
im just sitting by the trees hittin cid and thinking deep waking up to something better bitch im really fucking fed up
serious question doe do u ever think bout dying is u serious or u trying cuz u better off not lying imma come thru, whole crew, we dont got no curfew guns in hand, drugs and bands, we gon fucking hurt you
land of the fallen, its haven of the lost we dont care bout the dead all we care for is the cause its the death squad coming up all the people know whats up all our names be ringing bells all them people know its us
money be fallin like it grows on trees wanna go nuts bitch suck on these they all wanna floss but they got no cheese dont even wanna flex but thats all she need
she just wanna fuck she dont wanna leave told a bitch mane just let me breathe
cuz these hoes is trife mane u in da game they on u dick like it aint a thang mane
aint a thang but a chicken wang hoes on my dick like im mr chang i aint playin bitch keep you lane
fore a come thru with that upper fade
its mobile pro and u know it hoe creepin thru the night on that 4 double o when the popo be ringing thru da oss im dippin mane no time to floss