
Fake Gucci Belt (Did Jesus Really Rise Today?) Ramirez
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[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Genshin, go back to hell
Fuck swag and you been jacking, fuck fly, I am fashion
Fuck swag and you been jacking, fuck fly, I am fashion
Fuck swag and you been jacking, fuck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it and my friends crash it
Niggas threat with the chit chatting, see a nigga don't shit happen
Niggas threat with the chit chatting, see a nigga don't shit happen
Niggas threat with the chit chatting, see a nigga don't shit happen
Niggas threat with the chit chatting, see a nigga don't shit happen
[Verse: RAMIREZ]
Mix it with the sprite (yuh)
Codeine looking right (damn)
Pick me up a cig' (aye)
Uber with your bitch (okay)
Took her to my crib (aha)
I got the sloppy dick (oh)
All up in the kitchen whippin' the spoon
Young Chapo with the shits (damn)
AK with a clip (brrt)
Choppin' down the quarter bit (woo)
Making money at the coastin'
Bullets make 'em do a back flip (yuh)
Swervin' through the fucking ways (yea)
Stacking paper, getting paid (goddamn)
Running through your fucking hood man
Niggas don't really wanna play (ey)
Honda Civic we be trapping (yuh)
Booming through the fucking traffic (ehh)
Talkin' shit, you can't do static
Fuck with my team and we bringing the havoc (ey)
Genshin all over my phone (ring ring)
The grave yard is where I roam (a lot)
Creep through the night with a [?]
And the bodies are hitting the floor
Bitch
Genshin, go back to hell
Fuck swag and you been jacking, fuck fly, I am fashion
Fuck swag and you been jacking, fuck fly, I am fashion
Fuck swag and you been jacking, fuck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it and my friends crash it
Niggas threat with the chit chatting, see a nigga don't shit happen
Niggas threat with the chit chatting, see a nigga don't shit happen
Niggas threat with the chit chatting, see a nigga don't shit happen
Niggas threat with the chit chatting, see a nigga don't shit happen
[Verse: RAMIREZ]
Mix it with the sprite (yuh)
Codeine looking right (damn)
Pick me up a cig' (aye)
Uber with your bitch (okay)
Took her to my crib (aha)
I got the sloppy dick (oh)
All up in the kitchen whippin' the spoon
Young Chapo with the shits (damn)
AK with a clip (brrt)
Choppin' down the quarter bit (woo)
Making money at the coastin'
Bullets make 'em do a back flip (yuh)
Swervin' through the fucking ways (yea)
Stacking paper, getting paid (goddamn)
Running through your fucking hood man
Niggas don't really wanna play (ey)
Honda Civic we be trapping (yuh)
Booming through the fucking traffic (ehh)
Talkin' shit, you can't do static
Fuck with my team and we bringing the havoc (ey)
Genshin all over my phone (ring ring)
The grave yard is where I roam (a lot)
Creep through the night with a [?]
And the bodies are hitting the floor
Bitch
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