Текст песни 150INTHECITY - Monteiro

(Get up!)
I pull up with the bands lil mamma
I will always be the man with no drama
Imma fly right straight to the Bahamas
I'm a black man moving like Obama, I run up (Aye)
Get with the fanbase, Misfits
Generation who don't give a shit
It ain't that snow I sniff, it's that smoke from the spliff
Views from the cliff, pass through time I drift
Change these gears I shift
Clothes just be thrift
Flick of the wrist, you know what it is, up with her friends (Aye)
Nothing as sick as my fits, flexing hunnies do the splits
Mute as a milf (What you gon' do?)
What you gon' do to get rich? You wanna whip that Benz
Loose ends, fake friends, it's a trend
Past tense, you're so tense
See my vision through my lens, lens, lens
(Aye)
See my vision through my lens, lens, lens
You fake friends, you past tense aw fuck it

Gang trap the block, yeah they're making Hard
Girl get out my face, I'm a motherfucking Star
I'm so fucking nak'ed, I might crasH this fucking party
Molly on her way, I'm not tryna wake uh
Gang trap the block, yeah they're making Hard
Girl get out my face, I'm a motherfucking Star
I'm so fucking nak'ed, I might crasH this fucking party
Molly on her way, I'm not tryna wake up
Bitch I'm so nak'ed up, I'm going Hard (I'm going Hard!)
I might crasH this fucking party (Play that bih)
Play that bitch like she Atari (She suck this dick)
I fuck that bitch until the morning!

Hit the whip 150 when I hit the city
How many hoes you got? I got like 23
Hit the whip 150 when I hit the city (Hmm)
Bitch I'm going Hard!
Hit the whip 150 when I hit the city
How many hoes you got? I got like 23
Hit the whip 150 when I hit the city (Hmm)

Bitch I'm going hard (Get up!)
I'm a paperboy, call me Origami
Trapping out the corner like a Pakistani (Skrr, my friend!)
Fucking on your tannie, the way I make her sing (YaH!)
She gon' win a grammy, I tell her hold my Glock (Hold it!)
Put it in your fannie, she said that she needs space (Space!)
Baby here's the planet
Never bout the capping, I only want the cheeks (Cheeks)
Tryna keep em clapping (Clap!)
Baby let's be honest, you gon' need some strapping
Horny ass hoes, why you always fapping
They talkin' bout a curve, they say that it be flattening
Slender baby, I think you need flattening, I think you need fattenin'
Scotty what it do?
Tell 'em hoes what's happening
I'm crashing like an accident, skrr, skrr, skrr

Baby you's a tHot, you don't need no wedding ring
Spit the same game, you don't needa know my name
Still posted on the block, my sweet novocaine
Blow me like some crack rock, straight up to ya brain
Dope fiend mami, won't you count up for me
Tattoos on her body, Imma fold her origami
So much white on me, you would swear I was a laanie
All these people watching, pussy boy where my money?

Tell 'em hoes what's happening
I'm crashing like an accident, skrr, skrr (skrr)