Letras
Yeah, what's poppin, it's the real Sad Vicious, wassup wassup wassup
She's so fed up with it, the way I chick-fil-a
I'm so closed on Sundays, number 33 with the lemonades
Never wish to be saved, because I slap harder than Sister Grace
Fuck a free mace, I'm so gnostic hades
No 3d drones for camote taste
Cause it's Yikes Hours without the whiskey sours
Face-fuckin, twin towers, wheels of fortunes
For those bati showers, paper clips
Zero-Nazi towers, like
Yeah, what's poppin, it's the real Sad Vicious, wassup wassup wassup
She's so fed up with it, the way I chick-fil-a
I'm so closed on Sundays, number 33 with the lemonades
Never wish to be saved, because I slap harder than Sister Grace
Fuck a free mace, I'm so gnostic hades
No 3d drones for camote taste
Cause it's Yikes Hours without the whiskey sours
Face-fuckin, twin towers, wheels of fortunes
For those bati showers, paper clips
Zero-Nazi towers, like