Lyrics
I
hate
you,
20K
Fuck
talking,
you
gon'
have
to
show
me
that
your
trigger
work
I'm
offset
and
used
to
fine
digs
where
I
hit
her
first
Fuzz
catching
hats,
every
single
one
his
pictures
blurred
Hey,
I
ain't
wrote
a
rap
in
a
minute
Must
be
down
bad,
ain't
seen
him
hold
a
stack
in
a
minute
I
got
that
print
stamp
on
the
back
of
the
mitten
Had
to
ban
him
from
the
trap,
that
boy
bad
for
the
business
I
don't
like
to
rap,
cap,
I
rather
talk
life
I
don't
want
a
scat
pack,
we
play
Hellcats
with
the
bike
Might've
rode
in
one,
but
you
ain't
drove
a
Hellcat
in
your
life
I
never
meet
my
quota,
you
only
made
twelve
racks
in
July
I
make
that
shit
before
noon
In
Balenciaga
house
shoes
off
of
Pro
Tools
He
getting
too
jittery,
dog
pulling
coke
moves
It's
so
much
white
up
in
the
kitchen,
I
need
snow
boots
Vegan
hoe,
all
she
eat
is
dick
and
tofu
Ninety
cents
will
be
used
to
do
the
script
like
Goku
My
life
a
movie,
better
go
and
get
a
Roku
All
these
pieces,
I
can
solve
a
puzzle
like
Sudoku
I
woke
up
in
a
chrome
mood
I
can
coach
you,
but
it
ain't
coming
with
no
lectures
Winter
in
that
big
motherfucker,
summer
it's
a
Spectre
Ain't
worried
about
the
crowd,
boy,
I
get
buckets
under
pressure
Fuck
my
ex
bitch,
that's
why
I
fucked
her
cousin
better
Why
the
fuck
he
think
he
fly?
They
must've
went
and
cut
his
feathers
Or
leave
a
body
in
Fort
La
right
by
some
sunken
treasure
You
would
think
that
Cudi
name
was
Ralph,
he
hit
the
club
and
wreck
it
Oversized,
who
the
size
wars?
I
got
a
bum
aesthetic
For
that
green
to
leave
him
shredded
like
a
bunch
of
lettuce
I
ain't
get
a
pen
with
the
Pro,
you
gotta
run
his
credit
Can't
even
tell
you
how
much
DJ
Screw
we
done
drank
in
Texas
Safe
to
say
that
DJ
screwed
if
he
bump
stops
Like
DJ
Yu,
you
ask
more
questions
than
a
fucking
cop
Down
the
toilet
with
the
yellow
drank,
y'all
can
flush
the
snot
All
that
shit
hit
nowadays,
y'all
can
flush
the
Wock'
I'm
a
thousand
miles
away,
the
crib
almost
complete
That
bitch
a
thousand
tiles
away
Album
almost
complete,
that
bitch
a
thousand
files
away
Leave
me
'lone,
I
dinner
fake
'bout
a
thousand
smiles
a
day
Free
the
real,
I
know
it's
more
than
a
thousand
trials
a
day
Go
ahead,
'cause
we
gon'
empty
a
thousand
rifles
a
day
All
I
need
on
that
road
is
some
weed,
a
Bible,
and
drank
Play
with
us
and
your
life
is
the
price
that
you
gon'
pay
You
see
these
princess
cuts?
Nah,
this
ain't
ice
that
you
can
break
I
ain't
gon'
lie,
I
got
a
type
and
I
can't
fake
it
Little
redbone
bitch,
when
she
get
high,
she
look
blaze
Doody
blowing
Reggie,
probably
'bout
as
high
as
the
basement
My
thoughts
hit
the
finish
line,
you
know
my
mind
get
to
racing
You
know
I'm
with
some
top
tier
shit,
can't
buy
it,
bitch,
you
basic
It's
just
me
and
Ulysses,
I
got
tired
of
the
Franks
OGs
dropped
in
'90,
Jordan
5s,
these
hoes
H
I
hate
you,
20K
We
rocked
them
six
times
with
the
same
fucking
scam
Pistons
game,
six
seats
away
from
K.
Cunningham,
shitty
boy
I
might
rock
the
tech,
I'm
popping
out
with
Cinch
Oh,
that
boy
think
he
dope?
I
guess
I'm
popping
out
like
fence
Seven-seven,
fuck
Nico
Harrison
Double
seven,
seven-seven,
double
seven
You
hips
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