hurt? complications of leftover racisms why does it hurt? you start the road trip off with accusations of why does it feel like i've been run over in traffic
I drive that mothafucka like I'm tryna beat a deadline. Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy bitch I'm fly and your boyfriend's an ostrich How much you cost bitch
no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you buckle I can't stand a snitch, a switch real bitch I got
attack? When he snap, got the track like, Bring it back, hear him rap? Isn't that Funkoars? You can find us staggered in a cipher, Turning human traffic
Hit a police car, gettin' laid off Gotta pay taxes, gridlock traffic Jealous motherfuckers, bitch tried to do me Hit and run, I got a fat bitch pregnant
mouth Bazooka tooth zoo keep the paper route With junky funds and favors Cradled by twelve empty sell the heart containers Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch
Banks] This here is a little more than a mixtape so maybe i'll perform it uh, the whip shine like theres baby oil on it i honk the airhorn at them bitches
that mothafucka like I'm tryna beat a deadline. Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy bitch I'm fly and your boyfriend's an ostrich How much you cost bitch
your jewels, and all of your valuables Serious about that scrilla, Kuniva an animal Rushing out the front door, zigzagging and dodging traffic If it gets
he snap, got the track like, Bring it back, hear him rap? Isn?t that Funkoars? You can find us staggered in a cipher, Turning human traffic to a five
a police car, gettin' laid off, gotta pay Taxes, gridlock traffic, Jealous muthafuckas, bitch tried to do me, Hit and run, I got a fat bitch pregnant
mouth Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch
muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you buckle I can't stand a snitch, a switch real bitch I got some
ga nah nah nahnow na nahnow... Ay Cob now I said cob now I said cob nowaaaahhh... Yah lord lord [Verse 1: Banish] I move heads with lines, traffic outta
model bitches wearing epic cash jerseys remote thumbs in the place and you know we aint worthy its that dirty - nerdy - rapper yall know him as the ytcracker im pushing traffic
a - mixtape so maybe I'll perform it (uh!) The whip shine like there's baby oil on it. I honk the airhorn at them bitches in the street, Heeey! - Remember
