[Produced by Por Vida & Nephew Hesh]
[Intro: dc4prez]
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(Aye!)
(Okay!)
(Yeah!)
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(Yup!)
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[Verse 1: dc4prez]
All you niggas subpar, hol' up
Make a nigga duck off, hol' up
Catch me with the gang on gang shit bang so the shit don’t rub off, hol' up
Third eye through the peephole, hol' up
Laid back getting deepthroat, hol' up
Chump change for the birds had to learn that early to map with the negros, hol' up
Follow the yellow brick road
Weather the cold
I’m in this yellow bitch throat
Ready to cope
Working on filling her soul
I’m missing my own and picking these quotes up lil' bih
Huh, road tunnel vis though
Roll with the kinfolk
Bitch I’m fried, I’m on tip
Bitch gon' slide on that dick
Wrist on fire, I don’t spend
Nigga just whipped in the kitchen
Niggas look sick and they itching
Me and that boat went the distance
I’m feelin sober, time really froze my heart is a cold one
[Chorus: twohorizonra]
Fuck that hoe shit, aye
Gettin’ even wit this pimpin’ getcho throat slit, aye
Fuck yo season Shonen jumpin’ off the boat, bitch
Don’t mind my hope, bitch
I’m rollin’ dope wit horoscope burnt down yo home, bitch
So what he ain’t known, what?
And he get thrown, what?
Yo watch the throne, slut
Mama think ain’t grown, what?
Aye
Kunai slice, ain’t roll the dice, I paid the price, right
Parasite, the host is you, I hope the price is right
[Verse 2: twohorizonra]
Oh, that’s nice
Traverse floors quick
Ain’t no whip finna catch cool whip
White on white how the Supra sit
E85 go ghost when I dip
I been gone, oh
So so long, yo
They been asking what is wrong
Visually got my demeanor fucked up why I write this song what
[Chorus: twohorizonra]
Fuck that hoe shit, aye
Gettin’ even wit this pimpin’ getcho throat slit, aye
Fuck yo season Shonen jumpin’ off the boat, bitch
Don’t mind my hope bitch
I’m rollin’ dope wit horoscope burnt down yo home, bitch
[Verse 3: Kenny Casanova]
Yeah, bitch I said what I said what I said, boy
Pussy look so good imma run her til her legs off
This ain't ted talk, my whole mind be messed up
Keep on actin stupid bet them bullets make ya head soft
Tick tock
Speaker on my wrist and my spliff and her lips
Throbbin' so I iced out her clit
Watch my drift, drivin tha 240 so legit
I got some condoms on my dresser I ain't open in 2 years
I'm still rollin' in da lyft
Made tha driver pop a uuey
Cops is posted up inside my crib
Let me smoke inside tha whip
Been a heathen I'm stoned shorty
Wanna bone I hit her with my dick
Boy you better check ya tone
Got guerillas in da mist
[Verse 4: YD]
Runnin' to da pit
You might get stomped on ya neck
Firs-first comes rock ja-janken blow ya set
Homi-homicide niggas where da fuck are you at
Imma ride wit ya on tha way there and back
Told-tolda sit ya ass back down
Bitch on my left
Met her from da H-town
Dat's on me
Who you fuckin' with now?
Lemme get dis drank
Pink divin' in da crowd
Aye yea beat dat nigga down
Give for da rest of my tip
Aye
Neat bank rolls, all attached to my hip
I say
Weight a nigga down
Get off my shoulders and dip
Aye, cut da hoe shit
You’on even know shit, aye
[Chorus: twohorizonra]
Fuck that hoe shit, aye
Gettin’ even wit this pimpin’ getcho throat slit, aye
Fuck yo season Shonen jumpin’ off the boat, bitch
Don’t mind my hope, bitch
I’m rollin’ dope wit horoscope burnt down yo home, bitch
So what he ain’t known, what?
And he get thrown, what?
Yo watch the throne, slut
Mama think ain’t grown, what?
Aye
Kunai slice, ain’t roll the dice, I paid the price, right
Parasite, the host is you, I hope the price is right
