Letras
Hold up what the fuck
Hold up what the fuck
His ass talking so much, he done got his tweets up
Bitch I'm off a perc, Huh, and I'm way too geeked up
Bitch my soul is gone, huh, that bitch screaming free us
Goku on the Glock, racks come straight out the Frieza
Ain't nothing done changed I'm still spitting all this Ether
Ain't nothing done changed, I'm still smoking on this reefer
Ain't nothing done changed, ya, My bitch still a diva
Ain't nothing done changed, I got green like margaritas
Yall be pussy mane, bet Yall drive some Prius's
Bet Yall broke, I bet You went and leased that bitch
Ring, ring at the front door, who dat, who dat?
Ya that's me
I'm too high for all that bullshit
Smith&Wesson, mix the tech in, fuck a pen, that's a lethal weapon
Bitch I'm Kira, but I'm the second
I'm off a perc, I need a second
Mmm, mmm
I'm not far away from heaven
Fuck it I might be in hell, cuz that fye is my best friend
Hot headed, make em get to guessing
I feel like Jesus, I'm tryna spread this message
Okay, okay
Eegckk
Okay
Bitch
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