Liz Lisa
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Walk in Saks Fifth
With iron on me, blacksmith
Buzzing off a tab
In the club, yellow jacket
For the pussy, I don't gotta ask
Bitch, I'm having
Yams in my pocket
Bitch, I feel like Yams off the dirty
This a shield, not no Perc'
Ho, I ball like the Rockets
And he broke, your pockets hurting
Having nightmares, I'ma fail
Pray to God, this shit is working
Put a shell on him like snail
Face pale, skin burning
She blow like a hand grenade
Dawg, you should've seen her
Raid his trap like Renegade
My bitch in Liz Lisa
Rest in Peace, Lil Peep
I need a pink beamer
Put a chop inside the trunk
Now that's a street sweeper
Bitch, I'm a young flexer
Who are you? 'cause I ain't knowing
Host ain't got no fucking racks for the show
Then I ain't going
I'm in LA with a white ho
And she snow-blowing
Miku beam inside my pockets
Jaw locking, head rolling