This LLC
S U
Two V's
It only breathes
That verbal heat
This herbal tea
I'm spillin
Might F*ck around
Give me millions
Fill up a couple buckets
And pour em off of the ceiling
The roof
And Just hope
That they feeling the truth
Since Youth
Wanted to do this
I just ain't had faith in my moves
Meet Tom and Corn
And watching them
Making Grooves
It proved I could do this
Now I live in the Booth
Making tunes
Going Stupid
Just a rapping, ugly dude
500 CD's
Out the back of the truck
Toting a bag
I ain't packing no lunch
Throwing up in the stands
Now I'm puking on stage
You could make a couple G's
If you come fill you cup and
You sell that
Walk around on King Tut
While I sell raps
Make a couple bucks
They ain't last long
Ugly as Chuck
Yet my bitch bad
In the land of
The Huckleberry fields
I just pucker at these weirds
Say they tuck a couple gears
I just stay a couple years
Ahead of these bitches
Like Cheers!
Face the music
Like the voice
Take the leap like beers
Oops
Shoulda said hops
Dodging Zoo cops
Since 7'o'clock
Or grade
Huffin cans of nos
With a Spade in my hand
Ain't playing cards
But I made a couple grand tonight
Pendleton and Sprite
Some light
Ain't really one to fight
But I got hands
Ain't really one to bike
But I got stands
Still always tryna light up a blunt man
Damn
Shit really punch back
Tussling with life
Hard to dodge these attacks
Roll with the punches
Try to kick they ass
But they packing some tonnage
So you really just glass
To the hoe
It's why I sit back
And smoke dro
Crack a sic pack
Of Cold Smoke
Tall
Mama I was born to ball
Just wanna be like Jamal
Just a couple hundred thousand
I'll be out when I earn that
F*ck it
Imma rapped til I'm urned Dad
Spit til I earn stacks
And blow it all
On Fines
Tax and
These Ugly rags
That I'm gifting to a
Sherm Head
Earned Cents
But
Lost any in
My damn head
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This LLC
S U
Two V's
It only breathes
That verbal heat
This herbal tea
I'm spillin
Might F*ck around
Give me millions
Fill up a couple buckets
And pour em off of the ceiling
The roof
And Just hope
That they feeling the truth
Since Youth
Wanted to do this
I just ain't had faith in my moves
Meet Tom and Corn
And watching them
Making Grooves
It proved I could do this
Now I live in the Booth
Making tunes
Going Stupid
Just a rapping, ugly dude
500 CD's
Out the back of the truck
Toting a bag
I ain't packing no lunch
Throwing up in the stands
Now I'm puking on stage
You could make a couple G's
If you come fill you cup and
You sell that
Walk around on King Tut
While I sell raps
Make a couple bucks
They ain't last long
Ugly as Chuck
Yet my bitch bad
In the land of
The Huckleberry fields
I just pucker at these weirds
Say they tuck a couple gears
I just stay a couple years
Ahead of these bitches
Like Cheers!
Face the music
Like the voice
Take the leap like beers
Oops
Shoulda said hops
Dodging Zoo cops
Since 7'o'clock
Or grade
Huffin cans of nos
With a Spade in my hand
Ain't playing cards
But I made a couple grand tonight
Pendleton and Sprite
Some light
Ain't really one to fight
But I got hands
Ain't really one to bike
But I got stands
Still always tryna light up a blunt man
Damn
Shit really punch back
Tussling with life
Hard to dodge these attacks
Roll with the punches
Try to kick they ass
But they packing some tonnage
So you really just glass
To the hoe
It's why I sit back
And smoke dro
Crack a sic pack
Of Cold Smoke
Tall
Mama I was born to ball
Just wanna be like Jamal
Just a couple hundred thousand
I'll be out when I earn that
F*ck it
Imma rapped til I'm urned Dad
Spit til I earn stacks
And blow it all
On Fines
Tax and
These Ugly rags
That I'm gifting to a
Sherm Head
Earned Cents
But
Lost any in
My damn head
S U
Two V's
It only breathes
That verbal heat
This herbal tea
I'm spillin
Might F*ck around
Give me millions
Fill up a couple buckets
And pour em off of the ceiling
The roof
And Just hope
That they feeling the truth
Since Youth
Wanted to do this
I just ain't had faith in my moves
Meet Tom and Corn
And watching them
Making Grooves
It proved I could do this
Now I live in the Booth
Making tunes
Going Stupid
Just a rapping, ugly dude
500 CD's
Out the back of the truck
Toting a bag
I ain't packing no lunch
Throwing up in the stands
Now I'm puking on stage
You could make a couple G's
If you come fill you cup and
You sell that
Walk around on King Tut
While I sell raps
Make a couple bucks
They ain't last long
Ugly as Chuck
Yet my bitch bad
In the land of
The Huckleberry fields
I just pucker at these weirds
Say they tuck a couple gears
I just stay a couple years
Ahead of these bitches
Like Cheers!
Face the music
Like the voice
Take the leap like beers
Oops
Shoulda said hops
Dodging Zoo cops
Since 7'o'clock
Or grade
Huffin cans of nos
With a Spade in my hand
Ain't playing cards
But I made a couple grand tonight
Pendleton and Sprite
Some light
Ain't really one to fight
But I got hands
Ain't really one to bike
But I got stands
Still always tryna light up a blunt man
Damn
Shit really punch back
Tussling with life
Hard to dodge these attacks
Roll with the punches
Try to kick they ass
But they packing some tonnage
So you really just glass
To the hoe
It's why I sit back
And smoke dro
Crack a sic pack
Of Cold Smoke
Tall
Mama I was born to ball
Just wanna be like Jamal
Just a couple hundred thousand
I'll be out when I earn that
F*ck it
Imma rapped til I'm urned Dad
Spit til I earn stacks
And blow it all
On Fines
Tax and
These Ugly rags
That I'm gifting to a
Sherm Head
Earned Cents
But
Lost any in
My damn head
Writer: Alex Pruyn
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