[Intro: Eurokid]
I just bought a pint, pass the baby bottle
I just bought a pint, pass the baby bottle
[Hook: Eurokid]
I just bought a pint, pass the baby bottle
We don’t drink liquor but we always poppin’ bottles
Foreign money gang, my belt is Ferragamo
Swagger on 100 so I only fuck with models
The kid is the truth, I pull up in coupe
I’m smoking the booth and sippin’ the lean
It’s killing my spleen, Balmain on my jeans
I’m counting these bands, and moving the grams, I need me a Benz
[?] my gang, [?] my gang, you must understand
[Verse 1: Eurokid]
Go get you a route, it’s never a drought, 9 5 down south
Cash out, I don’t need a bank account, I need a fucking stash house
You ain’t gettin’ no money, why you always looking bummy?
My diamonds always looking sunny
Screaming money in my pocket, and I always keep the rocket
And I shop at Neiman Marcus
What you know about Barney, and the cup full of Barney
Two cups full of purple, smoking on purple
You dressed like Urkel, don’t make me have to hurt you
Don’t make me turn up, I’ll make you turn down
We smoke out the pound, I’m the man of the town
Fuck boy move around, don’t fuck with no clowns
All I do is drink, my cup Easter pink, give a fuck what you think
My ice bling bling, your boy sing sing, pockets on ching ching
You niggas so fake, been getting this cake, hitting licks out of state
Whip whip, earthquake, make the fucking pot break
That’s how you get cake
I just bought a pint, pass the baby bottle
I just bought a pint, pass the baby bottle
[Hook: Eurokid]
I just bought a pint, pass the baby bottle
We don’t drink liquor but we always poppin’ bottles
Foreign money gang, my belt is Ferragamo
Swagger on 100 so I only fuck with models
The kid is the truth, I pull up in coupe
I’m smoking the booth and sippin’ the lean
It’s killing my spleen, Balmain on my jeans
I’m counting these bands, and moving the grams, I need me a Benz
[?] my gang, [?] my gang, you must understand
[Verse 1: Eurokid]
Go get you a route, it’s never a drought, 9 5 down south
Cash out, I don’t need a bank account, I need a fucking stash house
You ain’t gettin’ no money, why you always looking bummy?
My diamonds always looking sunny
Screaming money in my pocket, and I always keep the rocket
And I shop at Neiman Marcus
What you know about Barney, and the cup full of Barney
Two cups full of purple, smoking on purple
You dressed like Urkel, don’t make me have to hurt you
Don’t make me turn up, I’ll make you turn down
We smoke out the pound, I’m the man of the town
Fuck boy move around, don’t fuck with no clowns
All I do is drink, my cup Easter pink, give a fuck what you think
My ice bling bling, your boy sing sing, pockets on ching ching
You niggas so fake, been getting this cake, hitting licks out of state
Whip whip, earthquake, make the fucking pot break
That’s how you get cake
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