ALONE

Alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone Leave the studio I'd rather record this alone In my own city, Vatican to the pope Pack got me speaking Rosetta Stone If the bitch chose then my shit gettin' rode That's where I get head, make me swerve off the road I can't even see the pedals past all her curls Pockets bulging like the warts on a toad Got me feeling like the richest cunt in the world Go cray, open the pit like you claiming a pearl This mud, bathe in the drank, walk with a towel Designer fabric, come and feel how soft the material Cunt getting fly, got my feet lifting off of the ground I'm finna hit Eliantte for all my stones Pointers, pointers all up in my nose Pointers all over my teeth Pointers all over my neck Pointers all over my wrist Pointers they sit in my fist I sip Wockhardt not the Tris That shit be getting me pissy I don't need to be a swag stealer I'ma do my own dance not the griddy Crosseyed, I'ma need two chains on my neck like Tity Crosseyed, I'ma need something twice as fast as a Lamborghini Rollin', rollin, I needa hide the M, my bitch put it in her colon This a team of legends, I feel like Michael Jordan Ain't speaking again cause I already told 'em Stackin' money tall, got shit like a totem He want a lil' scrap, we gon' fold him Pussy boy talk to the fuzz, Seth Rogen Ride handle bars, flex on 'em Hulk Hogan Leave the studio I'd rather record this alone In my own city, Vatican to the pope Pack got me speaking Rosetta Stone If the bitch chose then my shit get rode That's where I get head, make me swerve off the road I can't even see the pedals past all her curls Pockets bulging like the warts on a toad Got me feeling like the richest cunt in the world Go cray, open the pit like you claiming a pearl This mud, bathe in the drank, walk with a towel Designer fabric, come and feel how soft the material Cunt getting fly, got my feet lifting off of the ground Bitch Do it again I'm tryna get way too high I'm smoking a wood on a plane She tryna cuddle, but I told her that ain't my style Baby, just give me some brain I'm in that Redeye, she goin' too wild Can't remember last I hit the brakes I'm in that Frogeye, goin' wild Push the pedal right down to the floor Boy I'm chillin' in the stu on my own Catchin' Z's off the J like I'm Hov Suicide doors up on the foreign Lil Uzi, bitch, I feel like The Crow I don't give a f*ck 'bout nobody Down to it, it's just me and my bros F*ck 'round here with that f*ck shit Get the f*ck 'round here with that fake shit We turn up to the show shut it down Every time, boy, we goin' crazy Pierced up I'ma need some more saline Bitch trippin', I ain't give her a baby I ain't fuckin' with that lil' boy But I'll do the feat long as that cunt pay me Leave the studio I'd rather record this alone In my own city, Vatican to the pope Pack got me speaking Rosetta Stone If the bitch chose then my shit get rode That's where I get head, make me swerve off the road I can't even see the pedals past all her curls Pockets bulging like the warts on a toad Got me feeling like the richest cunt in the world Go cray, open the pit like you claiming a pearl This mud, bathe in the drank, walk with a towel Designer fabric, come and feel how soft the material Cunt getting fly, got my feet lifting off of the ground