[Intro: Lil Gnar]
Hahaha
Ayy, [?], bloss it up
I got shoebox money, yeah
I got shoebox money
Real crash dummies
[Chorus: Lil Gnar]
Yeah, shit was looking dark for a lil' minute
Got to play it raw, anyway to get it
Got to pray hard 'cause a nigga sinning
Too much guap, bust my bitches
Hopping out McClaren (Skrrt), drive it like a missile
Oh my God, nigga really did it (Oh my God)
A lot of these niggas be acting like bitches
A lot of these girls way more than you real
Your ho a thotty, ain't having no morals
She chew on the dick for some Jimmy Choo (Yeah)
Please do not play with me, lil' boy
I hit the bank, pull out knots and embarrass you (Nah)
I let cash talk for me (Cash talk)
I'm having shoebox money (Shoebox)
I got them maskеd-up youngings
I'm having real crash dummies
[Verse 1: Lil Gnar]
Knock out a nigga like Mikе Tyson
I done ran up ten million on narcotics
Diamonds be hitting too hard and I'm smoking on spinach like my name was Popeye (Popeye)
I met the plug out of Mexico, we made it daily, start doing the cha-cha (Cha-cha)
Play with my money, we find you and cut your ass up and put you in the pot-pot (Yeah)
Go and get a lil' shawty and boss her up (Boss her)
I done put the Forgis on the Rollie truck (Rollie)
I be smoking dirty rocking VETEMENTS
Take out the bumper, put pens in the headlights
I am too poppin', can't stop at a red light
Kill any nigga like lil' Charles Manson
I hit a lick and I start feeling antsy
Bands will touch down and a nigga start dancing
Once you get some money it's seriously ain't nothing to get a bad bitch
That's the girly of your dreams? To me, she looking average (Huh)
Starting to feel like it's nobody hot as us (Hot as us)
I done elevated off the Moderus (Moderus)
Dodging horses, your engine ain't raw enough
Hahaha
Ayy, [?], bloss it up
I got shoebox money, yeah
I got shoebox money
Real crash dummies
[Chorus: Lil Gnar]
Yeah, shit was looking dark for a lil' minute
Got to play it raw, anyway to get it
Got to pray hard 'cause a nigga sinning
Too much guap, bust my bitches
Hopping out McClaren (Skrrt), drive it like a missile
Oh my God, nigga really did it (Oh my God)
A lot of these niggas be acting like bitches
A lot of these girls way more than you real
Your ho a thotty, ain't having no morals
She chew on the dick for some Jimmy Choo (Yeah)
Please do not play with me, lil' boy
I hit the bank, pull out knots and embarrass you (Nah)
I let cash talk for me (Cash talk)
I'm having shoebox money (Shoebox)
I got them maskеd-up youngings
I'm having real crash dummies
[Verse 1: Lil Gnar]
Knock out a nigga like Mikе Tyson
I done ran up ten million on narcotics
Diamonds be hitting too hard and I'm smoking on spinach like my name was Popeye (Popeye)
I met the plug out of Mexico, we made it daily, start doing the cha-cha (Cha-cha)
Play with my money, we find you and cut your ass up and put you in the pot-pot (Yeah)
Go and get a lil' shawty and boss her up (Boss her)
I done put the Forgis on the Rollie truck (Rollie)
I be smoking dirty rocking VETEMENTS
Take out the bumper, put pens in the headlights
I am too poppin', can't stop at a red light
Kill any nigga like lil' Charles Manson
I hit a lick and I start feeling antsy
Bands will touch down and a nigga start dancing
Once you get some money it's seriously ain't nothing to get a bad bitch
That's the girly of your dreams? To me, she looking average (Huh)
Starting to feel like it's nobody hot as us (Hot as us)
I done elevated off the Moderus (Moderus)
Dodging horses, your engine ain't raw enough
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