guns n' roses

Lonely boy (you did good, $lick)

(It's a smash)

Ay

Hop out the four-by-four, get a opp folded, yeah

My bitch love rock star shit, Guns N' Roses, yeah (whoa)

I'm on my top dog shit, fanged up, gold mouth (gold mouth), yeah

Drugs on pop-star shit, they all sold out (sold out), yeah

Sippin' on drop, my momma can't look, she say I got dead eyes

Uh, I let 'em talk 'cause these motherfuckers more dead than they realize

Uh, tell by my face, ain't worried 'bout shit, that rubber get peeled out (peeled out)

I'm poppin' them pills for years, so there ain't much I feel now (feel now), yeah

Hop out Balenci', whoa, hop out in Vetements (Vetements)

Step out the Rick, uh, step out the elements (elements), yeah

Poppin' on tranq's, I'm high as an elephant, yeah

Spinnin' in York, uh, high off the ketamine, yeah

Hang out the roof, uh, top off the casket, yeah

Slut out the coupe, fuck her in traffic, yeah

Hop off the Porsche, swingin' that ratchet, yeah

Hop in the Wraith, uh, block out the static, uh (yeah)

Chrome out the face, uh, chrome out the blick (yeah)

Slut out the ho, fuck out the fit, uh

Sip out the four, numb out the fix (yeah)

Fired the port, took all the risks

Look at my face, ain't worried 'bout nothin' (face, ain't worried 'bout nothin')

Hop out the four-by- (four-by-), yeah

Hop out the four-by-four (four-by-four)

Look at my face, ain't worried 'bout nothin'

(Face, ain't worried 'bout nothin')

Hop out the four-by-four, get a opp folded, yeah

My bitch love rockstar shit, Guns N' Roses, yeah (whoa)

I'm on my top dog shit, fanged up, gold mouth (gold mouth), yeah

Drugs on pop-star shit, they all sold out (sold out), yeah

Sippin' on drop, my momma can't look, she say I got dead eyes

Uh, I let 'em talk 'cause these motherfuckers more dead than they realize

Uh, tell by my face, ain't worried 'bout shit, that rubber get peeled out (peeled out)

I'm poppin' them pills for years, so there ain't much I feel now