Текст atlas – IDGAF
Текст:
Gold on my body, I feel like a spartan
My neck fucking froze like it came from the arctic
Yung shark in the water, I swim for my target
I bite on your bitch like a wolf in the harvest
My name on the block like I’m selling ’em too
And my gang prolly knock in a fist fight
With that raf on my socks and margelia my shoes
My life is a movie, you stuck in a rerun
I’m so far ahead, none these pussies can keep up
I ball on these hoes at your college like d1
She suck me so quick I might call it a speedrun
812 ’til I move out…
Keep it 812 ’til my friends do, too
Saying, 812 ’til the benz out
Fuck it, 812 ’til the iced out coupe, I’m gone
Just kidding, I’m back
Had to come through, start shitting on tracks
Selling mad beats, make a living off rap
But nobody buys yours like digimon packs
And I know it’s to hard to hear, but I been the best (been the best)
And I got ’em all running like the fitness test (pacer)
Second that they see they chick send a text (send a text)
Balling like reggie back in 2006 (pacers)
31, 31, flavors…
I don’t give a fuck about your major, man
I’m bouta hit up la like the lakers
Got some cuties out in cali tryna take my hand
And it’s way too fucking easy, y’all just don’t believe me
High school friends gon’ call me once I’m on the tv
I don’t even pick up, I don’t even give ’em cd’s
I don’t fuck with y’all, and I ain’t signing treaties
I don’t give a fuck