Letras
If Sydney Sweeney cancel this shit then my jeans'll get a cracker gone
Yo' bitch call me Pierre-Luc, I'm who she gaggin' on
Go get that cheese, young padawan
Think the Glock came wit' a light, I had to add it on
Wldrrr, man
If Sydney Sweeney cancel this shit then my jeans'll get a cracker gone
Yo' bitch call me Pierre-Luc, I'm who she gaggin' on
Go get that cheese, young padawan
Think the Glock came wit' a light, I had to add it on
Twin clips, that's her blood sister
I'ma finger fuck the Glock 'til I get blood blisters
Now we fuckin' all type of ways, think we playin' Twister
Thick shit, I'm talkin' headlock like I'm Imogen Heap
I'm twenty-five, I need a wife, shit, I'm yet to see
There's plenty fish up in that dirty water, check the seven seas
She could cheat on him, she'll do the same shit to you and me
Anything with legs these hoes'll fuck, Assy Magee
Bih, gon' find a gloryhole
I ain't tryna talk it's way too early to have my story told
I'm still talkin' to the dead, I walk through these memorials
The opps bank froze, crackers touchin' cold hard cash
I'd sign a bill of sale before a record deal, cracker tryna last
They say the opps white passin', I don't get a pass
You got a big mouth full of plaque
Scratch that, I'm tryna have a big house full of plaques
Like you ain't hear a word I said when I dropped Hour Glass
My mama even told me to clutch the gun, I had to lie on the lap
Bad shit, she got a big blouse full of ass
I told her I don't need to pop a Perc' to take a power nap
If she a thot I go get me a new girl, how 'bout that?
He rap shit off the dome, you think it's Juice Wrld comin' back
Flash his ass last seen he saw my two curls then I tapped
Half or halves, I'm too legit, you smackers flat, know it's that
(Wldrrr)
I'm at the Pickle Barrel by the spy spot
Zach whackin' that and I'll teach you how to fly swat
I'm writin' everything I rap, no Rhymebot
Some young guy got my glizzy at the Thai spot
I'm on Exit 39, bitch, I let the K go like Gotti
I got the bands I'm in the yo but I ain't signed to Gotti
Trust my little shooter he'll figure shit out with that Tommy
40 Glock, Johnson shots feel like I'm OG Bobby
Crack the glass on the ground like I'm gettin' engaged
Jit fire on me brown, swing my rock through the haze
I bought that shit in tater time, potato came with the K
You got a chip up on your shoulder, jit you play then he lay
Cracker life fell apart you can't blame the Jews
Left pocket full of seaweed, what that green do
Hunnid ball in my mouth, I got Bonnie Blue's
Knock a cracker down and pick him up, make him tie his shoes
If she all about that bass, we gonna Meghan Trainor
Shoot a cracker in the face, talk about it later
Get a lacin' like I'm Jason, I'm with rap's trainer
Smokin' on a dead painter that's a no brainer
(Wldrrr, Dreidel Man)
If Sydney Sweeney cancel this shit then my jeans'll get a cracker gone
Yo' bitch call me Pierre-Luc, I'm who she gaggin' on
Go get that cheese, young padawan
Think the Glock came wit' a light, I had to add it on
Twin clips, that's her blood sister
I'ma finger fuck the Glock 'til I get blood blisters
Now we fuckin' all type of ways, think we playin' Twister
Thick shit, I'm talkin' headlock like I'm Imogen Heap