[Intro]
Get that Bentley
[Verse 1]
Broken, broken, broken, girl I still been broken
The whole world blow, this shit smokin', (Yeah)
Deep bodies ocean (Trademark)
Ashed out, floatin', peep my style, DeRozan
Better pass that bitch when I'm open
Watch the whole world clap as it goes in
Rockstar player both in my heart, and my soul and
Wanna be that [?] on me, [?] I ain't jokin'
Fourth quarter DC is explosive
Is it me or the feelin' is so sick? (Yeah)
I'm allergic, fuck hate and emotions (Yeah)
It's a whole lotta fuckin' emotion
It's a whole lotta shit, It's a whole lotta real (Yеah)
With the combat skills
Gotta fight and conceal with a heart madе of steel
And I'm down right ill, what my doctor prescribed, I just swallow my pills
Fuck your feels, I've been trapped in my mind, I can tell you I'm killed (Yeah, yeah)
If I go out today, if I go out today, I'm going out real (What)
And I'm OD blank, I don't know where I'm at, I've been tripping for real (Yeah)
I'm a real ass nigga, with integrity bury my heart in some gold (What)
Got a VVS soul, had to go an unthaw my wrist, 'cause the shit is so cold (Yeah)
Had to use my firearm, where I'm from it's too motherfucking cold
And you already know if I get in this word and they getting exposed (Yeah)
To be honest nigga, that's what you get, I ain't going down no motherfucking road
You getting out what you dish, I'ma manifest or dismiss, hold up
You can tell I'm tight, pissed, hold up
Big mad, I get it hit, hold up
Ain't my fault you can't hit, on his ass
Put a chrome right to his heart, not a tag
Slide is up, I can't miss, hold up
I can't seem to care, bitch, hold up
My mama said when I was ten, I was off the wall, I can not sit (Yeah)
Get that Bentley
[Verse 1]
Broken, broken, broken, girl I still been broken
The whole world blow, this shit smokin', (Yeah)
Deep bodies ocean (Trademark)
Ashed out, floatin', peep my style, DeRozan
Better pass that bitch when I'm open
Watch the whole world clap as it goes in
Rockstar player both in my heart, and my soul and
Wanna be that [?] on me, [?] I ain't jokin'
Fourth quarter DC is explosive
Is it me or the feelin' is so sick? (Yeah)
I'm allergic, fuck hate and emotions (Yeah)
It's a whole lotta fuckin' emotion
It's a whole lotta shit, It's a whole lotta real (Yеah)
With the combat skills
Gotta fight and conceal with a heart madе of steel
And I'm down right ill, what my doctor prescribed, I just swallow my pills
Fuck your feels, I've been trapped in my mind, I can tell you I'm killed (Yeah, yeah)
If I go out today, if I go out today, I'm going out real (What)
And I'm OD blank, I don't know where I'm at, I've been tripping for real (Yeah)
I'm a real ass nigga, with integrity bury my heart in some gold (What)
Got a VVS soul, had to go an unthaw my wrist, 'cause the shit is so cold (Yeah)
Had to use my firearm, where I'm from it's too motherfucking cold
And you already know if I get in this word and they getting exposed (Yeah)
To be honest nigga, that's what you get, I ain't going down no motherfucking road
You getting out what you dish, I'ma manifest or dismiss, hold up
You can tell I'm tight, pissed, hold up
Big mad, I get it hit, hold up
Ain't my fault you can't hit, on his ass
Put a chrome right to his heart, not a tag
Slide is up, I can't miss, hold up
I can't seem to care, bitch, hold up
My mama said when I was ten, I was off the wall, I can not sit (Yeah)
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