FUCKONME

Three points to five

Two three point fives under the holy spliff

I gotta lisp I really aced that test go tell that bitch I'm him

Just zip ya lip

I'll zip a zip for you tell becky keep a fifth

A pretty boy

I be a pretty bitch

I need a bitch

I know she wish that she could write this

Regret giving her brain

I smoke some piss then sip a liquid that help forget her name

I'm on some other shit

Don't hit my phone I'm on some other shit

Did you just utter shit

I smoke cookies 'till the summer ends

Lil bitch I'm ooted

Zooming

Can't wait till bad lil coup foreign couping

European girl gone hit my line

In mind I'm foreign couping

In her noggin

Jogging

Plotting what dead president I'm choosing

Shawty I'm just tryna kick it with you tell me when will boot it

If a beat is in front me you know I'm bound boot it

Bound to be a star

A shooting jet gone show you how do it

In car

I know you know the seat and I'm aboutta prove it

Fuck the front

And fuck the other seats I'm in the backseat cooling