Saucony
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Whew, ayy
This recordin'?
Ayy
All the food in the spot, we done turned it to a banquet
Money, money, dollar, dollar, skrill, that's my language
Saucin' in Saucony, I might switch up to the Asics
Switch a nigga up, he was slippin' in the Matrix (you're not making this easy, Kyle)
Cheese in my pocket, I ain't no Freemason
Snowbunny hunter, fuck around and be a racist
I can't fuck with him, he givin' information to the agents
I seen him comin' out the station
Slide down his block, fap, hit him, get vacationed (pop, pop-pop)
Sesame chicken, got me tryna fuck that Asian
Third wheel with your bitch, she a Blasian (whew)
Coupe from outer space, you'd think that we invading
Whole gang gettin' paid, this shit must be contagious
We the favorites when y'all go and place some bets in Vegas
If you try to strip me, I'ma send your ass to heaven gates (Hadouken)
Beat the fuck out you like anime
2024 fast shit, it's not a Santa Fe
How the fuck you legendary? Never had no accolades
Harder to find than a needle in a stack of hay
Look at lil' bitch suckin' up for the Afterpay
I can have lil' brodie on yo' ass for a rack a day
I just let the Perky melt all the way down for the aftertaste
I was broke down bad 'til that package came (whew)
I just poured a four of purple hoping it attacks the pain (ah)
Off season max my shot out, I had to add some range
If you took my job at being pilot, you would crash the plane (nyoom)
Everything bust nowadays (nowadays)
But if I see that rose-gold presi' thang, I'ma cash it plain
Next Lamborghini truck I see, I'ma hit the bank
Lil' bitch call me over, I ain't fuck, that bitch a jank
All these hoes clowns and you kissin' the face I paint (whew)
Thirty milligrams, not including the eight I drank (ha)
Bitch, I'm grumpy, I ain't in the mood
In the car playin' Reezy, get greasy with six twos
If you don't tighten up, gon' knock your shit loose
Had a big mouth, now he talkin' with a chipped tooth
'Rilla in that jungle, it ain't shit to let them chimps loose
Certified sippin' on some Morty, rockin' Rick shoes
Fetty Wap mixed with Shih Tzu turned him fish food
Brodie you up and slam you on your ass like jiu-jitsu
Follow any car from the venue, we gon' blick you
.223s wet his ass up, rip his tissue
Ayy, where the motherfuckin' cough, I gotta hit you
You was real tough, how brodie end up with your pistol?
My vision clear, I'm talkin' crystal
Coach charm, the next chain might be a whistle
Hellkitty smoke, LEDs for the whiskers
Talkin' 'bout some loud, he pulled up with some whispers
You are not invited, where your metro pass?
I don't know what the fuck wrong, we done spanked his ass
Where the ambulance at? I just stretched his ass
Nigga pulled up with short money, done blessed his ass