Acting Funny
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You see, dude? Ahaha
You see, dude? Hehe-haha (S1)
Ride the wave, it goes slow-mo
We should go, but it gets so low
Trippy that boy, can't touch my soul
Ain't nobody gonna touch my flow
Gas pack shorty coming through with the heater
Wifey like she Lois with my fatass like I'm Peter
Like Griffin, I'm in Gryffindor
Wizard make her hit the floor
Kiss it like it's mistletoe
Make me nut, I spit in gold
Richard taking pictures while we flexing at the Gucci store
Bitches gon' be bitches, but my princess listen
But ignore them, them
Who do they think I am, am
They just wanna be friend, friend
I don't want none of that shit, shit
Put that blunt in my left hand
Who do you think I am, am
They just wanna be friend, friend (Woah, yeah)
I don't wanna take none of that shit, shit (Yeah)
Put that blunt in my left hand (Yeah)
I need it
Y'all been fighting, but you bleeding
She up all night like she a demon
We on the jet like I am Steven
Jets way, jets way, jets way
TrippyThaKid and Basic, ho
We gonna win, gonna get that goal
Shots never miss, we hit that goal
Get so lit when I hit that bowl
Cash that, jump it
Making money, always up to something
I know she gon' love me, wanna fuck me
Give me sucky-sucky
Fat ass jumping sweet like honey
I'ma smack like pumpkin
That ho, she a dummy, actin' funny
I'ma fuck then dump it
Pockets getting big like Peter Griffin, I can barely lift 'em
I been sipping tea up in yo' hood
And no way, ain't no whipping
I've been getting lit just like I should
Yeah, this just how I'm living
I'm so fucking lit in the dead money in my mission, uh
My angels hate when I'm talking
'Cause this hate to say I'm obnoxious
But I'm paper chasing, not walking
Get that cake and take it off my profit
Pockets I load and I feel like a potato
Promises broke and I know it's okay though
Know that I'm chosen and I don't got a halo
This shit is over, I gotta go lay low, uh
Really got the gas, no NASCAR
Gotta get my bag up, back up at the bar, yeah
Going get the cash from the backyard
You ain't gonna act up, stand up, act hard, yeah
Bitches be so basic, they so fake, and they so needy, uh-huh
I'm on a mission for that paper, I'ma make it on the TV
All the haters ain't slick, 'cause like John Cena, they can't see me
Send a DM to your bitch, she disappear just like a genie, uh
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