Текст песни WAR BOY - Gehrman

Look I'm a rapper now look at my wrist
Blizzaga I'm c-c-c-cold burr my drip
Auto tune cronies they flex making zip
Zip up the dime bags
I sling it to licks
Make back my money don't dance for no hick
Not about talking hear whispers that stick talk
My head is haunted young phantom that ghost walk
Pokemon Plat
Giratina the dark spawn
Crown on my head put chrome on my teeth
Feel like a war boy I need me a leash
Fresh out the money store got me a blood bag
Vlad the Impaler I rack up these toe tags
Tic-Tac-Toe make him dance like it's go go
Your shorty bounce on my dick like a po-go
Absentee father I bust then I no show
You raising my kids
Me pay?
That's a no no
Twitter niggas with the shits, ay woah
They thumbs got shooters
That fat fuck be hitting licks, ay woah
He built for hooters
He say he roll with gang though I think he talking group chats
He claim that he got bank rolls
But niggas asking, "who that?"