[Khris P]
Yo
Ya Ya
Bandaid Bandaid, Don't get your head sprayed
Here we go
[Verse 1: Khris P]
Okay my skate hi's scuffed and blooded
Thuggin' no discussion
Dustin' off my dirty dungees, you ain't buckin' you just bluffing
I can't stand these niggas
I can't stand, I'm too tipsy
Take a xanny, gettin bold, zombie mode my whole mental
New weed smell like pumpkin, smoking Ashin' Kusher
Kusher made her booty talk, I pulled her at the function
My fung shui so abstract like Picasso on the lean
Got purple lung and purple tongue been coughing up codeine
Molly still popping, ammunition still loaded
Lohan's in my hotel room with coke all in they noses
Know you fucking with them hoes, nigga. All my goose is golden
Like the Rolex time piece frozen, I ain't got it I'm just hoping
I need 20 bands
Which one y'all niggas holding?
Chevy dripping and soaking, the license plate for promotion
ILLFIGHTYOU all caps & bolded
Yelling it through the sunroof
Fuck niggas I don't know too, and I don't think I'm supposed to
[Hook: Ugly Frank]
I'm hollering Fuck
Y'all
Hoes
I get my money, popping xanny after xanny for this check I leave you bloody
Hollering Fuck
Y'all
Hoes
I'm getting paper I don't show no fucking love I get my nut I see you later
Baby, Fuck
Y'all
Hoes
That's on my life, that's every day that I'm alive, that I'mma ride if my niggas need it
Fuck
Y'all
Hoes
Let's get this money (x3)
[Verse 2: Ugly Frank]
Baby, looking at you is like looking at a brand new bowl of pudding
Switch my slang, swear them police on my dick
I had to change my name, swear them police on my dick
My bitch be holding my chopper, swear she think she the shit
She keep my work in the panties, them city workers can't stand me
I'm trying to swerve a Ferarri and get the fuck out this Jeep
I whip the work 'til it's rocky, sorry my partners gon' eat
I fuck yo bitch with no condom, went from apartment to townhome
Make 20 K in Seattle, blow 20 K in Toronto
Have that K on my hip and flamers to straight flips what's popping
Popping pellets at pussies, pistols decay any problems
Pussy, power, respect, I got it
Come with this TEC, I'm wilding out with my partners, you pussy niggas can't stop us
I'm hollering scroll through yo closest circle, who really about it
Niggas jump out the bushes, you faggots looking surrounded
Pussy, power, respect, I got it
Come with this TEC, I'm wilding out with my niggas, you better call my connect
[Hook]
[Verse 3: EvergreenOne]
Okay I really think I might need some help
My shotty talks, reloads itself
I walk around, with a chip on my shoulder I do it myself, don't need no one else
I pop the top back
Roll the windows all the way down
Got a couple blunts, don't fuck with chumps, I get my work off by the pound
Ay yo, I ride around with my cousin
That big truck and we buzzin
Got that full clip and we dumpin, bucking shots mashin' yo pumpkin bitch
All my peoples gon hit those licks
Won't save a ho but I shave a brick
Cookin' dope in my oven mitt, my homie hip, just might fuck yo bitch
Holy shit, we goin ham
Stick ya up for like 20 bands, and we whip around in that minivan
Playing kick the can with yo bitch's head
Walking dead when Im off that blow, I'm off the grid when I move by boat
I travel light, and I live the life
And I taught my eyes just to follow gold
All y'all just fake hoes, that's shots fired, no paintballs
Handle my biz on pay phones, I hate y'all, this real life
This real life, bitch, bitch, this real life
