(No no no no no No no no
Just like the wind
With just, with just, with just, with just, just one touch
I can be with just, with just, with just, with just one touch I can feel my b b b b b b body give in)
Fuckin' on your whore, and I know it got you upset
Tryna' up the score, like I'm Beavis and Butthead
You ain't tryna' hear some lore, then you better change the subject
Cuz I got some hood stories, I ain't tryna' speak on all that
Butthead: "This sucks"
Beavis: "Yeah, really sucks"
Alright
Pull up, drip down, like my name was fuckin' Aquaman
Why the fuck you talkin', man? Pull up, then we squash the man
Hit him in his neck and back, took out his esophagus
He thought that we was soft as shit, I bet he won't do that again
(No no no no no no no)
Just like his mama said
Cuz we put her son in a grave
Six feet deep, what the hell can I say
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, ain't my opp, you just prey
Don't you order Uber Eats, cause I'm campin' your doorway
Take ya motherfuckin' life, then I eat your Chipotle
I'll take your fuckin' life, do it in the worst way
So as long as I'm alive, ain't no place you go is safe
Whole town red paint, when I motherfuckin' spray
Paint the town red, when I unfold the keltec
I done drank the whole pint, then I superglued the seal back
Bitch I'm bout' to sell that, to a fuckin' freshman
That's why I put "#hustler" in my caption
Why I got mad bad bitches in my mentions
Psilocybin 5 gram, let me see dimensions
Psilocybin 5 gram, make me lose connections
With the real world
(Just like the wind)
Just like the wind, I'ma go with the flow
If we catch up to him, then he won't make it home
Bullets rip through his skin, now he sayin
(No, no, no, no, no)
I don't do crime, unless it's organized, mob ties
Rather lose my life than do jail time, I'll die
Rather have a rope around my neck, with a knot tied
Cuz I like my freedom way too much, I hang outside
Pop out the bushes like we playin' fuckin' Fortnite
Got a really long knife, but I brought the short knife
Tryna get close, see his eyes, watch his soul die
Fall and hit the floor, can't get back up like an old guy
Still askin' for more, man they whole gang full of slow types
Just let me record, shut up, I don't need no advice
(No, no, no, no, no
Just like the wind)
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