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Yeah (crr)
Yeah (brr)
Damn, Drako, you made this?
(Crr) damn (brr), yeah (crr), ay (brr)
Fucked up head in the whip
Fucked up, bitch, give me head in the whip
Fucked around, made too much bread off the rap
It ain't really surprising, on her head on my tip
You ain't really invited, you hating on shit
And a ho's come with bread, nigga, don't lose your head
Speak on the fam and we flaming your shit
You might see ARPs in a fam, lil' bitch
Half the shit we be on, we ain't planning this shit
Every time I go viral, I ain't planning this shit, damn, huh
My manager frantic as fuck, he don't know how to manage this shit
Smoked a wood by myself, I had panicked at first
Growing up with bipolar, I'm manic at first, ay, huh
Why was I punching that job if I knew I was destined at birth?
Ay, fucked up head in the whip
Fucked up, bitch, give me head in the whip
Fucked around, made too much bread off the rap
It ain't really surprising, on her head on my tip
You ain't really invited, you hating on shit
And a ho's come with bread, nigga, don't lose your head
Speak on the fam and we flaming your shit
You might see ARPs in a fam, lil' bitch
Half the shit we be on, we ain't planning this shit
Every time I go viral, I ain't planning this shit, damn, huh
My manager frantic as fuck, he don't know how to manage this shit
Smoked a wood by myself, I had panicked at first
Growing up with bipolar, I'm manic at first, ay, huh
Why was I punching that job if I knew I was destined at birth? Yeah, huh
(Brr) Damn (brr), yeah (crr), ay (brr)
Fucked up head in the whip
Fucked up, bitch, give me head in the whip
Fucked around, made too much bread off the rap
It ain't really surprising, on her head on my tip
You ain't really invited, you hating on shit
And a ho's come with bread, nigga, don't lose your head