[Verse 1: Felly]
White lighters
White linen and some white china (uh)
Bitch gripping like a bike rider (yuh)
He gone hit it like he Mike Tyson
Blue bitches stay bobbing
Young bitch don't get silenced
Get money get vices
He likes it, he buys it
That veil on his eyelids
He fly though, might try it
Smoking coke autopilot (yeah)
And it's blamed on the lack of excitement (no)
Boy you fucked up like Isis
No need for replying
He fly with the sirens
That's Babylon's finest
I think we gave up on Zion
You the lamb we the lions
I stop bitching when I can get some sleep without waking to sirens
Been kicked to the curb like some new boys in China
When I'm the only one keeping locks on the fireman
Until I retire and black out the Jeep wag
I should rest while this verse land
Futuristic shit I see past
No you really soft as bean bags
Bro, I beat the bee's knee caps
We don't care around here, we don't listen to shit
If that steak ain't rare then this table might flip
If my bitch ain't here in the next five min
I'm a down this gin and fucking get in my whip
On my Worldstar page contradictions make hits
Always knew from a kid that it is what it is
And so I fill up with toxins
Spend cash on my rims
At the end of my wits going down with the ship
White lighters
White linen and some white china (uh)
Bitch gripping like a bike rider (yuh)
He gone hit it like he Mike Tyson
Blue bitches stay bobbing
Young bitch don't get silenced
Get money get vices
He likes it, he buys it
That veil on his eyelids
He fly though, might try it
Smoking coke autopilot (yeah)
And it's blamed on the lack of excitement (no)
Boy you fucked up like Isis
No need for replying
He fly with the sirens
That's Babylon's finest
I think we gave up on Zion
You the lamb we the lions
I stop bitching when I can get some sleep without waking to sirens
Been kicked to the curb like some new boys in China
When I'm the only one keeping locks on the fireman
Until I retire and black out the Jeep wag
I should rest while this verse land
Futuristic shit I see past
No you really soft as bean bags
Bro, I beat the bee's knee caps
We don't care around here, we don't listen to shit
If that steak ain't rare then this table might flip
If my bitch ain't here in the next five min
I'm a down this gin and fucking get in my whip
On my Worldstar page contradictions make hits
Always knew from a kid that it is what it is
And so I fill up with toxins
Spend cash on my rims
At the end of my wits going down with the ship
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