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[Verse: Lil Yachty]
He's dead, his hoe wanna grieve, I told her to lean on me like I'm Morgan Freeman
I let her vent, it was turning her pink, when she wiped her tears, she was taking my semen
She never been out the hood, I buy her Old English and put her on a plane to New England
High as them shits that Elon be shooting, she ain't let me eat it, I think she anemic
Gold in my big brother mouth, when he smile, hе still look like a demon, I suplexеd Neimans
Spent me a hundred before evening, you'd think I'm a big fan of Hitler, my cars is all German
Tossing and turning, ain't slept in three days, off a pill, I done turned the studio to a sermon
I done hit so many hoes it's ironic, I'm cool, truth be told, I should really be burning
Heard what they said on the net, all the stories they tellin', like J.K. Rowling, it's fiction
You would have thought I franchised for the Ravens, same time as Ray Lewis, the way that I'm blitzin'
I done did mission impossible, still finding sealed pints of red in twenty 2-4
Millionaire junkie, I'm paying the high, it's more likely to be remixed for the low
I changed the contact name on the plug to Fat Joe 'cause he telling me "Lean is back"
I solo step or I move with the pack
Either way, it be .22 stuffed in the gat
Been ducking my preacher, been scared to look back at my sins, I know I been living life wrong
Bitch in my bed with no bra and a thong
I'ma fuck her to Kim, but won't do it for long
I poured a 4 in a Martinelli's, it look like Corona, I didn't wear a mask
Allen Iverson diamonds, I'm gettin' my hair braided, trying not to fuck her, a task
Niggas be living off gimmicks, they pullin' these antics, I promise the shit won't last
New analytics, it's higher than last
When I die like Tec, make the casket glass
It's us
[Verse: Lil Yachty]
He's dead, his hoe wanna grieve, I told her to lean on me like I'm Morgan Freeman
I let her vent, it was turning her pink, when she wiped her tears, she was taking my semen
She never been out the hood, I buy her Old English and put her on a plane to New England
High as them shits that Elon be shooting, she ain't let me eat it, I think she anemic
Gold in my big brother mouth, when he smile, hе still look like a demon, I suplexеd Neimans
Spent me a hundred before evening, you'd think I'm a big fan of Hitler, my cars is all German
Tossing and turning, ain't slept in three days, off a pill, I done turned the studio to a sermon
I done hit so many hoes it's ironic, I'm cool, truth be told, I should really be burning
Heard what they said on the net, all the stories they tellin', like J.K. Rowling, it's fiction
You would have thought I franchised for the Ravens, same time as Ray Lewis, the way that I'm blitzin'
I done did mission impossible, still finding sealed pints of red in twenty 2-4
Millionaire junkie, I'm paying the high, it's more likely to be remixed for the low
I changed the contact name on the plug to Fat Joe 'cause he telling me "Lean is back"
I solo step or I move with the pack
Either way, it be .22 stuffed in the gat
Been ducking my preacher, been scared to look back at my sins, I know I been living life wrong
Bitch in my bed with no bra and a thong
I'ma fuck her to Kim, but won't do it for long
I poured a 4 in a Martinelli's, it look like Corona, I didn't wear a mask
Allen Iverson diamonds, I'm gettin' my hair braided, trying not to fuck her, a task
Niggas be living off gimmicks, they pullin' these antics, I promise the shit won't last
New analytics, it's higher than last
When I die like Tec, make the casket glass
It's us
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