Текст hooligan chase – Rules Of Survival

(Drink that lemonade!)
(Bitch I said fuck that, bitch I said fuck that)
(Bitch I said)
I said

I said fuck that, fuck that
Fuck her ass out, get your boy back
Paintin hieroglyphics on a slut back
Lil bitch that’s art, don’t touch that
Prolly smoke too much, needa cut back
Wait is that even a thing, bitch what’s that? (What?)
I’m boutta put a double barrel on your mustache
I thought you was dead, so I must ask
Do you know where your bitch at?
Somewhere gettin’ done like a Kit-Kat
I know who did that
Fall in that infinite pitch black
Don’t be a mishap
Clearly my mind is so intact
Can’t take no impact

I need some, I need some oxygen, aye
I need some bitches, and lots of them
They know my name, I do not want to talk to them, no
Trying to achieve the optimum
No time to kick it, I don’t play for Tottenham no
I’m blowing up, fuck whoever get killed
Same kind of coat as Cruella de Vil
Tell her to chill, pleasured at will
I treat the pussy like several meals
Sorry, I cannot subsidize
We know your bitch, she loves the guys

Arrive with my rivals, they dead on arrival
They did not follow my rules of survival
Fuck her she singing we start a recital
I put a bitch on American Idol
Don’t be so mad, don’t be the bitch
I gotta laugh, you’re making me rich
Your money short like my bio
I’m countin buckeyes with friends in Ohio
I’m poppin’ acid on Cinco De Mayo
I eat the beet like it’s pico de gallo
Back back bitch, I got work in my backpack, bitch
Got too high, I’m a asshat bitch
My gas loud like a laugh track bitch (Trash that)