High alert
Legendary asshole, I'ma die a jerk
I'm a cocaine enthusiast, my youngin high on percs
Hooked like a fish, I can't even fight the urge
Got a blade and a Glock 23 for the static
Just know I'm prone to blast, if you can take it you can have it
But on another note, if you don't kill me then I'm comin' after you
Hunt you down and tackle you then kill yo friends after you
And I promise that it ain't gon' be pretty
This shit got me giddy, the drank got me dizzy
Dancin' to the sounds of the screams, I get jiggy
Finish up quick and dump you in the Mississippi
Then I walk away, big smile on my face
Got some childish ways, want to fly up to space
Raven stone cold, swing the cold steel at yo dome
Shit I might drive an automobile through yo home sayin' "F*ck it"
Sooner or later I'm for sure gon' kick the bucket
I don't know how but I just keep on gettin' lucky
The Glock tucked, you can't see it till I bust it
I'm hot stuff, comin' fresh up out the oven
I ain't done yet, the coke still hittin'
Mane the coke still drippin' down my throat and it's itchin' like my trigger finger
Edge of my seat, ready to jump
Totally edgin' the pump, man this bitch ready to dump
Shawty said she want some blow, I said "Don't make it weird"
Should've died plenty times, surprised that I made it here
Cocaine clients, how much I get paid this year?
Cocaine slangin', chain swangin', chandelier
Cocaine diet, use my scale daily damn near
Who?
Me youngin
I'm ridin' round with my youngins in a hooptie youngin
I never gave a f*ck, if you don't like me, shoot me youngin
Bitch I'm hot, I need a vent
I need a minute, matter fact I plead the fifth
Cooler than a cooler, somethin' like a freezer then
I called the boy by his real name like Vegeta did (Kakarot)
Youngins hatin' 'cause a hoe
I would tell 'em that shit stupid, though they probably already know
High alert
I concur, I'ma die the worst
Why would I rehearse?
Why the f*ck would I be sellin' white if I ain't try it first?
Shawty don't be shy, I know you see me eyein' up ya skirt
Baby is you a nine to five? I'm tryin' to make it work
Legendary asshole, at my funeral fireworks
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High alert
Legendary asshole, I'ma die a jerk
I'm a cocaine enthusiast, my youngin high on percs
Hooked like a fish, I can't even fight the urge
Got a blade and a Glock 23 for the static
Just know I'm prone to blast, if you can take it you can have it
But on another note, if you don't kill me then I'm comin' after you
Hunt you down and tackle you then kill yo friends after you
And I promise that it ain't gon' be pretty
This shit got me giddy, the drank got me dizzy
Dancin' to the sounds of the screams, I get jiggy
Finish up quick and dump you in the Mississippi
Then I walk away, big smile on my face
Got some childish ways, want to fly up to space
Raven stone cold, swing the cold steel at yo dome
Shit I might drive an automobile through yo home sayin' "F*ck it"
Sooner or later I'm for sure gon' kick the bucket
I don't know how but I just keep on gettin' lucky
The Glock tucked, you can't see it till I bust it
I'm hot stuff, comin' fresh up out the oven
I ain't done yet, the coke still hittin'
Mane the coke still drippin' down my throat and it's itchin' like my trigger finger
Edge of my seat, ready to jump
Totally edgin' the pump, man this bitch ready to dump
Shawty said she want some blow, I said "Don't make it weird"
Should've died plenty times, surprised that I made it here
Cocaine clients, how much I get paid this year?
Cocaine slangin', chain swangin', chandelier
Cocaine diet, use my scale daily damn near
Who?
Me youngin
I'm ridin' round with my youngins in a hooptie youngin
I never gave a f*ck, if you don't like me, shoot me youngin
Bitch I'm hot, I need a vent
I need a minute, matter fact I plead the fifth
Cooler than a cooler, somethin' like a freezer then
I called the boy by his real name like Vegeta did (Kakarot)
Youngins hatin' 'cause a hoe
I would tell 'em that shit stupid, though they probably already know
High alert
I concur, I'ma die the worst
Why would I rehearse?
Why the f*ck would I be sellin' white if I ain't try it first?
Shawty don't be shy, I know you see me eyein' up ya skirt
Baby is you a nine to five? I'm tryin' to make it work
Legendary asshole, at my funeral fireworks
Legendary asshole, I'ma die a jerk
I'm a cocaine enthusiast, my youngin high on percs
Hooked like a fish, I can't even fight the urge
Got a blade and a Glock 23 for the static
Just know I'm prone to blast, if you can take it you can have it
But on another note, if you don't kill me then I'm comin' after you
Hunt you down and tackle you then kill yo friends after you
And I promise that it ain't gon' be pretty
This shit got me giddy, the drank got me dizzy
Dancin' to the sounds of the screams, I get jiggy
Finish up quick and dump you in the Mississippi
Then I walk away, big smile on my face
Got some childish ways, want to fly up to space
Raven stone cold, swing the cold steel at yo dome
Shit I might drive an automobile through yo home sayin' "F*ck it"
Sooner or later I'm for sure gon' kick the bucket
I don't know how but I just keep on gettin' lucky
The Glock tucked, you can't see it till I bust it
I'm hot stuff, comin' fresh up out the oven
I ain't done yet, the coke still hittin'
Mane the coke still drippin' down my throat and it's itchin' like my trigger finger
Edge of my seat, ready to jump
Totally edgin' the pump, man this bitch ready to dump
Shawty said she want some blow, I said "Don't make it weird"
Should've died plenty times, surprised that I made it here
Cocaine clients, how much I get paid this year?
Cocaine slangin', chain swangin', chandelier
Cocaine diet, use my scale daily damn near
Who?
Me youngin
I'm ridin' round with my youngins in a hooptie youngin
I never gave a f*ck, if you don't like me, shoot me youngin
Bitch I'm hot, I need a vent
I need a minute, matter fact I plead the fifth
Cooler than a cooler, somethin' like a freezer then
I called the boy by his real name like Vegeta did (Kakarot)
Youngins hatin' 'cause a hoe
I would tell 'em that shit stupid, though they probably already know
High alert
I concur, I'ma die the worst
Why would I rehearse?
Why the f*ck would I be sellin' white if I ain't try it first?
Shawty don't be shy, I know you see me eyein' up ya skirt
Baby is you a nine to five? I'm tryin' to make it work
Legendary asshole, at my funeral fireworks
Writer: Jack Pollard, Sam Jernigan
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