Yeah, Ryu a bitch, he keep fucking interrupting me, but we'll get it this time
What the fuck
What the fuck
Yeah, okay, sorry bout that shit but, uh
What the fuck
I been chasing bitches and the money since the jump
Working on my way, she give me brain but I don't nut
Fucking with the homies, you don't know you better run
Bitch I light a fire with the gas that's in my blunt
Bitch you trippin', I don't love you girl we fuckin' just for fun
I turn my brain to music, grab her throat and then she cum, yeah
Fuck it, ayy
Nothin' turned to something, ayy
Cowboys talking shit I know they fuckin' on they cousins, yeah
Hey Ryu what was that?
Shout-out Alabama
Yeah, I think they fuckin' on they cousins, yeah (ayy)
Peace of the mind
Got the reach, oh my
Please drive by me don't see no light
Time speeds by when the team all right
When the days go by
Oh me, oh my
What the fuck
Like what the fuck
Like what the
What the fuck
Yeah, what the fuck
Pussy get you stuck
Playing footsie with your life
You're chicken, I'mma hear you cluck
Quack, duck out of luck
Playing duck hunt with the pussy, leave 'em breathless
You wishing for your death bitch, run up on me that's a death wish
Laying on the pavement, you don't say shit, take your necklace
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
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