And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose
In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave
It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face
Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
Like a small garage in your backyard
Chat so much shit you should speak threw a fart
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart
I'll use you to whipe a wet fart so your playin your part
I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art
I make art while your shits rusty soundin worse than a dusty fart
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