Текст песни
Hey, Modo?
Yo, what up?
Hit this pipe, bro
Nah man, what the hell?
Fuck it
I'm keeping us paid
A comma with zeroes I need in the safe
I'm sick of them heroes when weirdos competing with fear in their face
Tears in a race
Yuh
Don't need an intro you niggas is fakes
She's on my dick but you take her on dates
Stuck in your lows, a prisoner's fate
The life that I chose, why would I escape?
Kelo rapping yeah we switching roles
Ain't a singer but I bet she knows
Shawty looking like she really cold
Got her north and south when she take the pole
Hearts emojis when I speak to her soul
They be hatin' why the fuck would I fold
Tunnel vision when I'm diggin' for gold
Everybody know that talkin' is bold
Everybody know that talking is cheap
We got a price, you got a fee
I got a pocket, that pocket is deep
They pockets is pussy, a pussy that stink
Her kitty ain't littered, I dive in the pink
My music is fresh, I dive in the ink
Don't dive in the DMs they always get leaked
AM and PM we play with elites
Don't play with the fiends, Don't play with the fiends
The fuck do you mean? Fuck do you mean?
The duo like Jackie Chan and Lee
We running this scene, yeah-yeah
You caught in a dream
It's harder to breathe, breathe yeah
I tell 'em you can't be mad at me
Don't play with the fiends
Yuh
Devil wear Prada
But a hoe wear nada
Got a throat no bottom
Fill 'er up, no, hold up, hold up
How the fuck you got a blue check sending green texts?
How the fuck you gonna reject anything that
You don't see next
Tell me what is missing, number one position
Gotta dumb it down to be the best
Gotta see success, uh
Feet in the sand I'm all in my head again
I got a plan, I feel like a ten, my bitch got a tan
Keep bands in a van, I'm stacking my bread again, ha
Why they think that I'm a joke
Why these niggas always croak
Diamonds on me when I float, row boat
Telling myself I'm a catch, to slow
Pass the flow
Acetone
Paint peeling off the plaster, woah
Ain't feelin' what you bastards wrote
Petty shit is for them ratchet hoes
Petty rappers always catching cold
Pass 'em tissues like they passing notes
Past the point of any active dose
It's Chloraseptic how I'm at they throats
Gee, I'm back on my flow again, syke
Uh, I ain't never fucked a dyke
Uh, Not a girl, I'm her type
Gotta her thinking what she like
Change her mind after a night
Called an Uber for her why
Shawty think I'm giving rides
Nah City boy until I die, die, die
She calling me saying she late
Not her daddy, Imma keeper
Sorry love, I never need ya
Told her we just can't relate
Don't play with the fiends, Don't play with the fiends
The fuck do you mean? Fuck do you mean?
The duo like Jackie Chan and Lee
We running this scene, yeah-yeah
You caught in a dream
It's harder to breathe, breathe yeah
I tell 'em you can't be mad at me
Don't play with the fiends
Shopping cart
I hear that dog n' barking
These motherfuckers' car's in park 'n
Imma break that window, break that window
Steal that shit, steal that shit
Take a rip, steal that shit
Pass that rock, pass that rock
Suck my cock, bitch suck my cock