Standing in line
Give me the money on drop of the dime
Currently hurting
You know they can't f*ck up my grind
Blind in the mind, and they think we alike?
F*ck out my sight
Bitches be talking but can't even speak
Even the dead don't be sleeping on me
All in my wrist
Yea I know a white bitch
She ain't no Taylor Swift but she hittin the licks
Cloudy the smoke
All in my vision
No competition
I'm a mortician
Wake up and body these hoes
20-1-6 how it goes
Frozen the gold, gold
Where did you go?
Little f*cked up as I head for the door
So cold
Blood in my soul shooting to the dome
Hitting the motherf*cking floor
Hitting the, hitting the floor
Hitting the floor
Oh
Hitting the, hitting the floor
Where did you go?
Bitch
I am so, I am so cold
What do you know
Oh
I am so cold, what do you know
They be like, What? Is that Poppin?
Yea bitch
Poppin, KP, Trigga, Lil Timmy Tah
Wassup
These pigeons ain't nothing but chickens
I'll fry em up
Stealing my sauce nugget bitches
I'm clipping their tickets
No entry admission
Hoes rappin bout lickin that stanky stray kitten
Flow fresh like some linen
On lock like some prison
I'm chillin how I'm livin
Bitch I'm never trippin
I'm peachy like I'm Nixon
And they can nazi like they German
Dam
Sleeping on me like their
Mamas cama
I'm a spanish bitch
But I speak in dollars
Can't step to me
Like the ground is lava
I'm the Astral Realm Rapping Dalai Lama
I'm cold bloded I'm a whole iguana
Got the best tacos down in Tijuana
Can't say the same bout the marijuana
But the plug coo he from Nicaragua
Dam
They said I was on by a strand
They said I was needing a hand
They said I would sink in the sand
But that shit ain't part of the plan
Bitch
Poppin bright, candlelight
Trigga blow, dynamite
Make it quick, overnight
Get The F*ck Out My Sight
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Standing in line
Give me the money on drop of the dime
Currently hurting
You know they can't f*ck up my grind
Blind in the mind, and they think we alike?
F*ck out my sight
Bitches be talking but can't even speak
Even the dead don't be sleeping on me
All in my wrist
Yea I know a white bitch
She ain't no Taylor Swift but she hittin the licks
Cloudy the smoke
All in my vision
No competition
I'm a mortician
Wake up and body these hoes
20-1-6 how it goes
Frozen the gold, gold
Where did you go?
Little f*cked up as I head for the door
So cold
Blood in my soul shooting to the dome
Hitting the motherf*cking floor
Hitting the, hitting the floor
Hitting the floor
Oh
Hitting the, hitting the floor
Where did you go?
Bitch
I am so, I am so cold
What do you know
Oh
I am so cold, what do you know
They be like, What? Is that Poppin?
Yea bitch
Poppin, KP, Trigga, Lil Timmy Tah
Wassup
These pigeons ain't nothing but chickens
I'll fry em up
Stealing my sauce nugget bitches
I'm clipping their tickets
No entry admission
Hoes rappin bout lickin that stanky stray kitten
Flow fresh like some linen
On lock like some prison
I'm chillin how I'm livin
Bitch I'm never trippin
I'm peachy like I'm Nixon
And they can nazi like they German
Dam
Sleeping on me like their
Mamas cama
I'm a spanish bitch
But I speak in dollars
Can't step to me
Like the ground is lava
I'm the Astral Realm Rapping Dalai Lama
I'm cold bloded I'm a whole iguana
Got the best tacos down in Tijuana
Can't say the same bout the marijuana
But the plug coo he from Nicaragua
Dam
They said I was on by a strand
They said I was needing a hand
They said I would sink in the sand
But that shit ain't part of the plan
Bitch
Poppin bright, candlelight
Trigga blow, dynamite
Make it quick, overnight
Get The F*ck Out My Sight
Give me the money on drop of the dime
Currently hurting
You know they can't f*ck up my grind
Blind in the mind, and they think we alike?
F*ck out my sight
Bitches be talking but can't even speak
Even the dead don't be sleeping on me
All in my wrist
Yea I know a white bitch
She ain't no Taylor Swift but she hittin the licks
Cloudy the smoke
All in my vision
No competition
I'm a mortician
Wake up and body these hoes
20-1-6 how it goes
Frozen the gold, gold
Where did you go?
Little f*cked up as I head for the door
So cold
Blood in my soul shooting to the dome
Hitting the motherf*cking floor
Hitting the, hitting the floor
Hitting the floor
Oh
Hitting the, hitting the floor
Where did you go?
Bitch
I am so, I am so cold
What do you know
Oh
I am so cold, what do you know
They be like, What? Is that Poppin?
Yea bitch
Poppin, KP, Trigga, Lil Timmy Tah
Wassup
These pigeons ain't nothing but chickens
I'll fry em up
Stealing my sauce nugget bitches
I'm clipping their tickets
No entry admission
Hoes rappin bout lickin that stanky stray kitten
Flow fresh like some linen
On lock like some prison
I'm chillin how I'm livin
Bitch I'm never trippin
I'm peachy like I'm Nixon
And they can nazi like they German
Dam
Sleeping on me like their
Mamas cama
I'm a spanish bitch
But I speak in dollars
Can't step to me
Like the ground is lava
I'm the Astral Realm Rapping Dalai Lama
I'm cold bloded I'm a whole iguana
Got the best tacos down in Tijuana
Can't say the same bout the marijuana
But the plug coo he from Nicaragua
Dam
They said I was on by a strand
They said I was needing a hand
They said I would sink in the sand
But that shit ain't part of the plan
Bitch
Poppin bright, candlelight
Trigga blow, dynamite
Make it quick, overnight
Get The F*ck Out My Sight
Writer: Krystal Garcia
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