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It's Weirdo
If you wanna hate on the next kid's track then bring Scalextric's back
You don't bring arms out unless you're
On 707, show me where the exit's at
Dickhead, I checked his stats, his left foot's
Whack, this dick couldn't finish his Stella
My guy told me that he'll never stop
Shottin', I told him to never say never
No naked girls in the back of my videos, don't want hoes on my payroll
So my spiced-up, if she's on me, I write love songs, no problemo
Nicknames but I've grown since J-mo, those were
The days though, gold on my neck, no rainbow
Life's hard, stack money with Dano, put it on hoodies and hasta luego
This year's been nothin' but progress
Not shit you can see but progress, no less
I had to work on the old stress, been
Old and you know how the dome gets
Two man beefin', I wanna be president, I just wanna be present (Real)
My guy just had his first kid in the world
I hug him and give him a present (Real)
Ate every black box, that's three courses, how
Come it's on four meals? (Make that make sense)
Last year was a write-off, don't know where time's gone
Done with the whole ordeal (Make that make sense)
And I've done stupid shit with Sex and NOS so I know how foldin' feels
Every time I drop, it's deep, but I do not hold
Midfield, I let my emotions spill (Baow, baow)
German girl wanna fuck with the boy, might go Munich, Hudson-Odoi
Million pricks wanna get on my nerves
I'm way too zen, I'm a bundle of joy
My girl can't be attracted to guns 'cause
When I suppress her, she wanna make noise
Cigarette smoke wanna fuck with my lungs
So I just dead that, life is a choice
Me and my C what LMA's on, but LMA air it, LMAO
Got a girl downstairs in her MMA pose and
We got one rule when it's anything goes
I was spittin' bars with the boys in the
Hot tub, spat one sixteen, everythin' froze
I was on my one, spittin' bars in my bedroom
Thought to myself, "Not nobody comes close"
Not one
No comprende
Fuck sake
Time and time again, man
Yo, wait, look
There's two and a Q in the glovebox
SkyBet says stop when the fun stops
All I wanna do is get money on trap, next day, five hundred on black
Don't have no regrets in life like
James Rodriguez, you can't track back
Be yourself, don't sweat 'em, my G, '
Cause when life's gone, you can't grab back
There's two and a Q in the glovebox
SkyBet says stop when the fun stops
All I wanna do is get money on trap, next day, five hundred on black
Don't have no regrets in life like
James Rodriguez, you can't track back
Be yourself, don't sweat 'em, my G, '
Cause when life's gone, you can't grab back