Am I really hard to please? Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me. My friends all fall so easily
But today, but today, but today, but today
Hoppin' out the Rari man, we only f*ckin' foreigns I don't really want her if she can't get deported
Low pour the fifth a Wock , now the nigga snorin'. Tired of this bitch, man, this bitch gettin' annoying
Gang like Cheech And Chong The Way We Get To Blowin. She keep blowin' up my phone, I'm gon' keep ignorin'
The opps named me Kobe cause of the way I keep scorin'. M3 Do the dash in the whip, he gon' keep goin'
200 in the chase, man, I promise we won't crash. Smokin' on my opps, turn them niggas into ash
Man, you niggas lame, you the type to hit and brag. We gon' light you up, we the type to hit and laugh 423's to his chest, make his heart stop. Caught him while he sleepin', made that nigga bedrock
Right before he died, all he seen was red dots. Tone secure the bag, he gon' really get it off
Promise you don't want the bitch, she a real eater. She hot and ready, like some pizza, call her Lil' Caesar
She tryna feel important, told that bitch that I don't need her. Right After I f*ck you, I just walk past Ion Peep Her
I was with the gang that night when we pressed him. Hard on the net, but soft when we checked him
Really beat his ass on the curb where we left him. Curbside pick up, need to come and grab your mans
I don't shake hands, lil' bitch, I ain't your friend. Claimin' that I'm ugly, I bet your bitch a fan
Never trust a ho, I just go and f*ck her friend. Gotta chase a pack, gotta make a couple M's
Put on my team so they can stack a couple bands. Bodies after bodies, this shit turnt into a trend
Crazy how a hunnid quickly turns into a band. Glock with a switch, bet I make them pussies dance
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Am I really hard to please? Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me. My friends all fall so easily
But today, but today, but today, but today
Hoppin' out the Rari man, we only f*ckin' foreigns I don't really want her if she can't get deported
Low pour the fifth a Wock , now the nigga snorin'. Tired of this bitch, man, this bitch gettin' annoying
Gang like Cheech And Chong The Way We Get To Blowin. She keep blowin' up my phone, I'm gon' keep ignorin'
The opps named me Kobe cause of the way I keep scorin'. M3 Do the dash in the whip, he gon' keep goin'
200 in the chase, man, I promise we won't crash. Smokin' on my opps, turn them niggas into ash
Man, you niggas lame, you the type to hit and brag. We gon' light you up, we the type to hit and laugh 423's to his chest, make his heart stop. Caught him while he sleepin', made that nigga bedrock
Right before he died, all he seen was red dots. Tone secure the bag, he gon' really get it off
Promise you don't want the bitch, she a real eater. She hot and ready, like some pizza, call her Lil' Caesar
She tryna feel important, told that bitch that I don't need her. Right After I f*ck you, I just walk past Ion Peep Her
I was with the gang that night when we pressed him. Hard on the net, but soft when we checked him
Really beat his ass on the curb where we left him. Curbside pick up, need to come and grab your mans
I don't shake hands, lil' bitch, I ain't your friend. Claimin' that I'm ugly, I bet your bitch a fan
Never trust a ho, I just go and f*ck her friend. Gotta chase a pack, gotta make a couple M's
Put on my team so they can stack a couple bands. Bodies after bodies, this shit turnt into a trend
Crazy how a hunnid quickly turns into a band. Glock with a switch, bet I make them pussies dance
I wondered what was wrong with me. My friends all fall so easily
But today, but today, but today, but today
Hoppin' out the Rari man, we only f*ckin' foreigns I don't really want her if she can't get deported
Low pour the fifth a Wock , now the nigga snorin'. Tired of this bitch, man, this bitch gettin' annoying
Gang like Cheech And Chong The Way We Get To Blowin. She keep blowin' up my phone, I'm gon' keep ignorin'
The opps named me Kobe cause of the way I keep scorin'. M3 Do the dash in the whip, he gon' keep goin'
200 in the chase, man, I promise we won't crash. Smokin' on my opps, turn them niggas into ash
Man, you niggas lame, you the type to hit and brag. We gon' light you up, we the type to hit and laugh 423's to his chest, make his heart stop. Caught him while he sleepin', made that nigga bedrock
Right before he died, all he seen was red dots. Tone secure the bag, he gon' really get it off
Promise you don't want the bitch, she a real eater. She hot and ready, like some pizza, call her Lil' Caesar
She tryna feel important, told that bitch that I don't need her. Right After I f*ck you, I just walk past Ion Peep Her
I was with the gang that night when we pressed him. Hard on the net, but soft when we checked him
Really beat his ass on the curb where we left him. Curbside pick up, need to come and grab your mans
I don't shake hands, lil' bitch, I ain't your friend. Claimin' that I'm ugly, I bet your bitch a fan
Never trust a ho, I just go and f*ck her friend. Gotta chase a pack, gotta make a couple M's
Put on my team so they can stack a couple bands. Bodies after bodies, this shit turnt into a trend
Crazy how a hunnid quickly turns into a band. Glock with a switch, bet I make them pussies dance
Writer: Marcus Peacock
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