POIGNANT

I got racks on racks on racks

Shorty bounce and she throw it back

Double cup and I'm leanin' bad

New Balenci's, mismatch tags

 

Who that? Peezus, I’m lit

Too much ice, think my wrist gon twitch

Zoom zoom, coupe got wings

Hop out clean, my fit don’t miss

Money talk, and yours got a lisp

 

Fuck with me, I pop ya dome like it’s a soda

Bring that smoke, I’ll deliver them spherical drums, it’s over

I’m her pimp, no friend nigga, you now no longer own her

Deep throat, returned home, stated her throat hurt

She pop out to my location simply to produce me loud

Go on, open up, now no longer them legs, I suppose yo mouth

Baby ballin to me, crying her new nigga ain’t enough

I don’t care approximately no sign, I do it off the cuff

Bumpin Jay, slanging dough out for that bread

Yeah, we going fast, fuck the cops, fuck the feds

Subaru three hundred were given a few Nitto at the bitch

Cruising down the short lane withinside the overseas whip

 

Who that? Peezus, I’m lit

Too much ice, think my wrist gon twitch

Zoom zoom, coupe got wings

Hop out clean, my fit don’t miss

Money talk, and yours got a lisp

 

I got racks on racks on racks

Shorty bounce and she throw it back

Double cup and I'm leanin' bad

New Balenci's, mismatch tags

 

It’s difficult to pin what you can, gadget eyes on a few sly tactics

Uncooked peep the tactics, Panama exercise, you try and tax it

Pins and needles like I landed on a cactus, you dont flow motive, you passive

Much less I Zapp Brann, it’s now no longer on my planet rattling it

Rap savage with mass harm, too alien, I crash landed

Tyrannical manic, motive panic amongst the average

Empirical equipment too godly, my navy is biblical

I’m a lyrical miracle spiritual individual, nigga

 

Bumpin Jay, slanging dough out for that bread

Yeah, we going fast, fuck the cops, fuck the feds

Subaru three hundred were given a few Nitto at the bitch

Cruising down the short lane withinside the overseas whip

 

I got racks on racks on racks

Shorty bounce and she throw it back

Double cup and I'm leanin' bad

New Balenci's, mismatch tags

 

Who that? Peezus, I’m lit

Too much ice, think my wrist gon twitch

Zoom zoom, coupe got wings

Hop out clean, my fit don’t miss

Money talk, and yours got a lisp