Yeah
Girls just wanna have fun
Gas pack all in my lungs
Beef ain't dead until he meet my gun
Balenci' on that boy make him run
Yellow diamonds like piss like the one
I might hot box this shit like her cunt
Keep the heater on me like the sun
You a pussy, you ain't ever stunt
Bitch I'm geeking, I might do cicada
I might beep on that bitch like a pager
My cup purple it look like the Lakers
She an oppy bro, who gonna save her?
If I up it then what you gon' do?
Dezzy tripped and I caught him like glue
Ligaments they spilling out the booth
Throw up the grave now his home is a tomb
Margi on the cologne and the boots
Hold up, she wanna see what I do
In the wintertime I keep a goose
If I up it then he gonna snooze
If I call up my shooter he ready
Izzy pull out that yop it gets heavy
And shout out to my main, she a wetty
Know my bop Mr. Margiela Every (thing dead)
Two sticks in my hand, fuck a holster
Like, put him on poster
Watch the opps popping out like a gopher
Tiger Woods one hole in the toaster
Pockets fat yeah they looking like topher
O-One more K and it's over
Tell that lil bitch to pour up my soda
Put some ice in that drank make it colder
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Yeah
Girls just wanna have fun
Gas pack all in my lungs
Beef ain't dead until he meet my gun
Balenci' on that boy make him run
Yellow diamonds like piss like the one
I might hot box this shit like her cunt
Keep the heater on me like the sun
You a pussy, you ain't ever stunt
(I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone)
(I long for that feeling to not feel at all)
(The higher I get the lower I sink)
(I can't drown my demons they know how to swim)
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Girls just wanna have fun
Gas pack all in my lungs
Beef ain't dead until he meet my gun
Balenci' on that boy make him run
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