Bleach

Nigga that lambo lime green, uh Hot pink one for my bitch tho Designer apparel my fit tho, uh Switches all over my whip tho, uh V12 cylinder engine, uh NOS tank boost your whip slow Gotta say bro I'm loving ya bitch throat Screaming all opps to the dick tho How I be dropping no drizzle Nigga I'm super official My nigga be wit the shits They don't drive by They walk down wit that pistol Pew, pew, pew! Just one text that nigga a clown She talking back I'm shutting it down I'm bout my business I don't f*ck around I ain't no dog lil trick I'm a hound Coupe real low like Asian eyes Run in ya crib wit Haitian guys Zeke be drawn he way to high Girl if I playing don't waste my time I'm trying pop no champagne bitch Shawty get played no campaign shit Cut off the fakes no band aid bitch Flows get flipped no pancake shit One shot Two shot He need four I ain't even done let's go a lil more Just one punch that nigga hit floor Beating your ass On dukes & them porch My heart hollow no Ichiho nigga Gangnem tryn let the heater go nigga All of that gas I need it tho nigga Beating these niggas is easy tho nigga Nigga my neck on bust down Scoring as soon as I touchdown I'm on ya ass don't run now So high I can't come down Pockets is fat no crisco Wrist finna dance like disco Shawty lick all on my wrist tho Hate pics no bright lights like gizmo Nigga that lambo lime green, uh Hot pink one for my bitch tho Designer apparel my fit tho, uh Switches all over my whip tho, uh V12 cylinder engine, uh NOS tank boost your whip slow Gotta say bro I'm loving ya bitch throat Screaming all opps to the dick tho