[Intro]
[?], shit got me kinda hot
Rhythm, like I have perfect rhythm, so I'm scared to sound a little weird, fucked up
[Verse]
I'm a demon in the jungle, feasting with others, one time [?] for the runners
Before I slip [?] I fumble
Catchin' bodies, Haitian [?]
And a [?] on me [?]
F&N will break a [?]
[?], and my earrings diamond clusters
Beef with me with those [?]
At the party, you [?]
Rob who, take what? They know Drakeo keep that blammer
Who the fuck want to be Santa? Bitch, the Grinch gone get this money
When it's time to come play ball, they know I throw on my jersey
Catch a nigga, leave him Fetty Wap, like a [?] up from New Jersey
Sneak dissin' on Twitter, like your life is really worth it
"Niggas die every day, B," shit I had RICO for the verse I'm in
Paid In Full, I'm Money Mitch, I could show you how stunt like him
Catch some niggas running with their mouth, shit, then I guess they know how to run from lead
Drakeo, Drakeo, Drakeo, all of California going to know my name
Took a trip to Alhambra, now I'm off white, like I snort cocaine Montclair, Off-White, man them niggas swear to God I sold cocaine
Pull up on your kid's school, sometimes, I swear to God I ain't got no brain
He shooting up all these empty cars, I swear to God, they ain't got no aim
[?], shit got me kinda hot
Rhythm, like I have perfect rhythm, so I'm scared to sound a little weird, fucked up
[Verse]
I'm a demon in the jungle, feasting with others, one time [?] for the runners
Before I slip [?] I fumble
Catchin' bodies, Haitian [?]
And a [?] on me [?]
F&N will break a [?]
[?], and my earrings diamond clusters
Beef with me with those [?]
At the party, you [?]
Rob who, take what? They know Drakeo keep that blammer
Who the fuck want to be Santa? Bitch, the Grinch gone get this money
When it's time to come play ball, they know I throw on my jersey
Catch a nigga, leave him Fetty Wap, like a [?] up from New Jersey
Sneak dissin' on Twitter, like your life is really worth it
"Niggas die every day, B," shit I had RICO for the verse I'm in
Paid In Full, I'm Money Mitch, I could show you how stunt like him
Catch some niggas running with their mouth, shit, then I guess they know how to run from lead
Drakeo, Drakeo, Drakeo, all of California going to know my name
Took a trip to Alhambra, now I'm off white, like I snort cocaine Montclair, Off-White, man them niggas swear to God I sold cocaine
Pull up on your kid's school, sometimes, I swear to God I ain't got no brain
He shooting up all these empty cars, I swear to God, they ain't got no aim
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