Did some crazy shit, man that should've went plat one
I ain't f*cking with these hoes, man they always f*ckin' want sum
Man I'm groovin' with this shit, post up, maybe take a flick
Now let's talk about your shit, talkin' like you suck my dick
In the back of the car, I'm gon' live on Mars, all fun and games till you're oiled up with f*ckin' tar
Not to mention your daddy, yeah, he left and went real far
Back to when I was spitting crazy shit like WISHING STAR
Man that eight o' one, yeah, you do it for the huzz, while I do this shit for fun
Yeah, bitch, I'll run it back, whether it's just hands or guns
Yeah, reppin' reah recordz, never heard of lack of funds
No matter if it's eight on one
You are what you eat, guess I'm a pussy
F*ck your bitch in the back of a Nissan 2 seat
Ask and you shall receive, the way I ate her tushy
You stay flippin' on it, but I got your sister as a side piece
Stayin' with my gang, like it's a hobby
You ain't masked up, no, boy, I thought your name was f*ckin' bobby
This a rare find, like I won the lotty
Did I mention I got your sister saved as thotty
Man that eight o' one, yeah, you do it for the huzz, while I do this shit for fun
Yeah, bitch, I'll run it back, whether it's just hands or guns
Yeah, reppin' reah recordz, never heard of lack of funds
No matter if it's eight on one
Ooo, man I'm back, yeah a bag of chips, and I'm all of that
Said some crazy shit, yeah, I'll never f*ckin' take it back
Cooking all my beef, guess that's the f*ckin' end of that
Got eleven thousand, if we talking stacks, yeah
Flow so clean, you could see your own reflection
Pointed at your head, yeah a silver Smith & Wesson
Call me Mr. Yanez, the way I'm teaching lessons
Might be a little gay, yeah, the way I keep them guessing
A f*cking Big Mac would have your ass confessing
Man that eight o' one, yeah, you do it for the huzz, while I do this shit for fun
Yeah, bitch, I'll run it back, whether it's just hands or guns
Yeah, reppin' reah recordz, never heard of lack of funds
No matter if it's eight on one
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Did some crazy shit, man that should've went plat one
I ain't f*cking with these hoes, man they always f*ckin' want sum
Man I'm groovin' with this shit, post up, maybe take a flick
Now let's talk about your shit, talkin' like you suck my dick
In the back of the car, I'm gon' live on Mars, all fun and games till you're oiled up with f*ckin' tar
Not to mention your daddy, yeah, he left and went real far
Back to when I was spitting crazy shit like WISHING STAR
Man that eight o' one, yeah, you do it for the huzz, while I do this shit for fun
Yeah, bitch, I'll run it back, whether it's just hands or guns
Yeah, reppin' reah recordz, never heard of lack of funds
No matter if it's eight on one
You are what you eat, guess I'm a pussy
F*ck your bitch in the back of a Nissan 2 seat
Ask and you shall receive, the way I ate her tushy
You stay flippin' on it, but I got your sister as a side piece
Stayin' with my gang, like it's a hobby
You ain't masked up, no, boy, I thought your name was f*ckin' bobby
This a rare find, like I won the lotty
Did I mention I got your sister saved as thotty
Man that eight o' one, yeah, you do it for the huzz, while I do this shit for fun
Yeah, bitch, I'll run it back, whether it's just hands or guns
Yeah, reppin' reah recordz, never heard of lack of funds
No matter if it's eight on one
Ooo, man I'm back, yeah a bag of chips, and I'm all of that
Said some crazy shit, yeah, I'll never f*ckin' take it back
Cooking all my beef, guess that's the f*ckin' end of that
Got eleven thousand, if we talking stacks, yeah
Flow so clean, you could see your own reflection
Pointed at your head, yeah a silver Smith & Wesson
Call me Mr. Yanez, the way I'm teaching lessons
Might be a little gay, yeah, the way I keep them guessing
A f*cking Big Mac would have your ass confessing
Man that eight o' one, yeah, you do it for the huzz, while I do this shit for fun
Yeah, bitch, I'll run it back, whether it's just hands or guns
Yeah, reppin' reah recordz, never heard of lack of funds
No matter if it's eight on one
I ain't f*cking with these hoes, man they always f*ckin' want sum
Man I'm groovin' with this shit, post up, maybe take a flick
Now let's talk about your shit, talkin' like you suck my dick
In the back of the car, I'm gon' live on Mars, all fun and games till you're oiled up with f*ckin' tar
Not to mention your daddy, yeah, he left and went real far
Back to when I was spitting crazy shit like WISHING STAR
Man that eight o' one, yeah, you do it for the huzz, while I do this shit for fun
Yeah, bitch, I'll run it back, whether it's just hands or guns
Yeah, reppin' reah recordz, never heard of lack of funds
No matter if it's eight on one
You are what you eat, guess I'm a pussy
F*ck your bitch in the back of a Nissan 2 seat
Ask and you shall receive, the way I ate her tushy
You stay flippin' on it, but I got your sister as a side piece
Stayin' with my gang, like it's a hobby
You ain't masked up, no, boy, I thought your name was f*ckin' bobby
This a rare find, like I won the lotty
Did I mention I got your sister saved as thotty
Man that eight o' one, yeah, you do it for the huzz, while I do this shit for fun
Yeah, bitch, I'll run it back, whether it's just hands or guns
Yeah, reppin' reah recordz, never heard of lack of funds
No matter if it's eight on one
Ooo, man I'm back, yeah a bag of chips, and I'm all of that
Said some crazy shit, yeah, I'll never f*ckin' take it back
Cooking all my beef, guess that's the f*ckin' end of that
Got eleven thousand, if we talking stacks, yeah
Flow so clean, you could see your own reflection
Pointed at your head, yeah a silver Smith & Wesson
Call me Mr. Yanez, the way I'm teaching lessons
Might be a little gay, yeah, the way I keep them guessing
A f*cking Big Mac would have your ass confessing
Man that eight o' one, yeah, you do it for the huzz, while I do this shit for fun
Yeah, bitch, I'll run it back, whether it's just hands or guns
Yeah, reppin' reah recordz, never heard of lack of funds
No matter if it's eight on one
Writer: Christopher Yanez
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