Choices

Yo, look I need bands Alright I wanna broaden my choices The man don't cap I got too much sauce They're gonna dip like hoisin I don't hang with illiterate gal I got drip on my fits embroidered If I run out of bags I'll foil it If my ting gets rusty If my ting's too rusty Oil it Hit that All my shit in demand If I speak to a bro about business Whisper Or he's back on remand I couldn't pay that rent with his rates Took a step back and it's dangerous Now the chick keeps giving me brain I told her once Had to tell her again It's my time now I got money to make Gluten intolerant from all of this bread I'm a croggy broski on his ped Reach locations I've never been yet Stop me, the man's too serious I've been flat on my back, loose ends I had to tie that shit up again Too fucked up I'd be tripping again Man he had a mask on Fully blacked out So I don't really trust so I never back down Coming in clutch when I get another pound Gally going bust Can she get another round I remember baking bread with that dough Now this phone calls on about shows Got this bitch down, suck on my toes Alright Question the flows Man'll get slapped up Tip of the nose Bitch all gassed up, billing with us Bitch all dressed up, straight to the front She got me all vexed up, smoke on my blunt Man this is next up, hitting the runtz She better not text us, baiting the plug Man this is dank stuff, top of the club Top of the club I wanna broaden my choices The man don't cap, I got too much sauce They're gonna dip like hoisin I don't hang with illiterate gal I got drip on my fits embroidered If I run out of bags, I'll foil it If my ting gets rusty Hold up I heard she wanna chat with the gang Said they only talk if it's business Got it all wrong and she's ringing her man Wait, hold up, ringing her man She came trying to smoke up the dank Knocked this pussy out, left in her van Too much bread to be locked in a can I don't wanna talk about hoes and jewellery This chick gonna see straight through me Glitter on her neck, pastel two-piece Thick thighs and her bunda's juicy I got traits, I'll be fucking it up Speak straight, I'll be fucking it up Man's baked, cause the bucket's a must Kraken and cake, I be sipping a cup I need bands Alright I wanna broaden my choices The man don't cap, I got too much sauce They're gonna dip like hoisin I don't hang with illiterate gal I got drip on my fits embroidered If I run out of bags, I'll foil it If my thing gets rusty