Yuske

Third eye open yeah I'm feeling like I'm Hiei I just shot him with a spirit gun like Yuske I just stuffed a hundred racks inside my ripped jeans I'm countin' up them honeybuns like Lil Debbie Woo woo yeah woo woo yeah That's the sound my fucking gun make So much lean inside my gut I got a tummy ache Uhhhhh I don't feel nun I think the wock took control of me I feel numb Stuff a 8th inside a wood just to feel some And I'm way too fucking geeked Spent too much on this syrup, just to spill it on my tee Told her when she's on her knees sucking me to look at me Why the f*ck he actin' tough, he ain't nothing but a dweeb, but a dweeb, what a dweeb, what a dweeb, yeah Tryna be like me, tryna, tryna, tryna sound like me Tryna act like me, stole my flow, stole my whole personality I'm countin' up blue bills, you count Monopoly You some old ass news you can't even talk to me Third eye open yeah I'm feeling like I'm Hiei I just shot him with a spirit gun like Yuske I just stuffed a hundred racks inside my ripped jeans I'm countin' up them honeybuns like Lil Debbie Woo woo yeah woo woo yeah Dropped him in plain day, the last thing he got to say was... Third eye open yeah I'm feeling like I'm Hiei I just shot him with a spirit gun like Yuske I just stuffed a hundred racks inside my ripped jeans I'm countin' up them honeybuns like Lil Debbie I just shot him with a spirit gun like Yuske I just shot him with a spirit gun like Yuske I just shot him with a spirit gun like Yuske I just shot him with a spirit gun like Yuske