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[Chorus: Alois]
Bitch, I'm too geeked, yeah
I was pourin’ outside in that two-seater (Brrt, brrt), yeah
[?], now we too geeked
I got lipstick stains on my wife beater (Haha, haha)
Money is my best friend, all my friends are dead
Bitch, I'll spin yo' block again, Percocet, I win
Bitch, I’m too deep in it, yeah, in my windy city
Bitch, I stay spinnin', push it to the limit, woah, woah
I tried to leave that ho, I can throw that ho at a dog, yeah, yeah
Keep that heat with me, I left that ho in the cold, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm geeked up, I can't see now, [?]
Got my bitch cuttin' dope, so you better [?]
[Verse 1: Austin Skinner]
Rrr, my coat fur, I ain't [?] a bird
Pop me a [?]
Get high in the crib, don't go nowhere, likе, woah
Pull up and jump out the Benzy
Wrist flooded, no Plain Janе
Hop in that [?], my feet go [?]
Hop on a [?], I jump on a plane, woah
Almost caught world on fire
Bitch, I don't talk to them guys
Too locked in with my gun
He kept on talkin’, I pull out and spray
Better get him, better go at his head
I be ridin’ with a chop on my legs
On my twin, we'll go to L.A.
I’m on a jet, my chain gon' swang
I don't care what a bitch gon' say
Empty the clip, don’t run no fade
I don't keep trusting, the bitch be fake
We [?]
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I sip my drank
I'm on the pressure, I'ma sip on 'caine
[?], gotta have my way
I'm with the birds, them rats gon' sing
[Chorus: Alois]
Bitch, I'm too geeked, yeah
I was pourin’ outside in that two-seater (Brrt, brrt), yeah
[?], now we too geeked
I got lipstick stains on my wife beater (Haha, haha)
Money is my best friend, all my friends are dead
Bitch, I'll spin yo' block again, Percocet, I win
Bitch, I’m too deep in it, yeah, in my windy city
Bitch, I stay spinnin', push it to the limit, woah, woah
I tried to leave that ho, I can throw that ho at a dog, yeah, yeah
Keep that heat with me, I left that ho in the cold, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm geeked up, I can't see now, [?]
Got my bitch cuttin' dope, so you better [?]
[Verse 1: Austin Skinner]
Rrr, my coat fur, I ain't [?] a bird
Pop me a [?]
Get high in the crib, don't go nowhere, likе, woah
Pull up and jump out the Benzy
Wrist flooded, no Plain Janе
Hop in that [?], my feet go [?]
Hop on a [?], I jump on a plane, woah
Almost caught world on fire
Bitch, I don't talk to them guys
Too locked in with my gun
He kept on talkin’, I pull out and spray
Better get him, better go at his head
I be ridin’ with a chop on my legs
On my twin, we'll go to L.A.
I’m on a jet, my chain gon' swang
I don't care what a bitch gon' say
Empty the clip, don’t run no fade
I don't keep trusting, the bitch be fake
We [?]
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I sip my drank
I'm on the pressure, I'ma sip on 'caine
[?], gotta have my way
I'm with the birds, them rats gon' sing
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