Текст Warhol.SS – 12OZS (Remix)
Текст:
I’m working on dying
Warhol.SS:
Pour a brick in my lemon Brisk, my cup worth a grip
That’s your bitch, she more like a lick, roll me up a zip
Who that is? Better check your jit, foenem load the clip
Out in trench though, yeah, them Benzo, what them tints for?
You been broke, this ain’t Polo, bitch boy, this Kenzo
Masi’ with the turbo engine, push it ’til the dash broke
I do what I want for real though, can’t tell me none’, ho
Ayy, can’t tell me none’, bitch, my funds lit
Purple muddy, sippin’ on this Wock’, ain’t no Qualitest
Pussy nigga lame as fuck, he just wanna follow shit
Pull up and we slidin’ thirty deep, like what’s the problem, bitch?
Big guap, eatin’ steak and shrimp, sippin’ on the four
Lemonade, youngin, what you pour? It’s a case though
Got a couple niggas in the pen’, couple on the road
Fuck it, bond him out, he beat it though, my niggas on the road
Bitch, don’t you text the kid, I be in the crib
Fuck her friend, all I got is gang, no, I’m not your mans
Niggas cappin’, thinkin’ he a friend, boy, you just a fan
I can’t kick it, I be turbo switchin’, fuck that boy opinion
All that sneakin’, I be really geekin’, do this any weekend
Really chiefin’, blowin’ on the ‘Wood, this shit like a beacon
All that beefin’ shit be for the birds, you can save the words
‘Bout that action, we can get it crackin’, kick him to the curb
Pour a brick in my lemon Brisk, my cup worth a grip
That’s your bitch, she more like a lick, roll me up a zip
Of this piss, smokin’ Cookie Crisp, make her throw a fit
Who that is? Better check your jit, foenem load the clip
You been broke, this ain’t Polo, bitch boy, this Kenzo
Masi’ with the turbo engine, push it ’til the dash broke
I do what I want for real though, can’t tell me none’, ho
Xavier Wulf:
You niggas bitch, worser than a bitch, you niggas make me twitch
I damn near dip on one of you bitch boys and chainsaw your lips
I’m on your ho side, I watch her set you up and get you whipped
And I let her answer phone for you while she was holdin’ dick (Nigga)
What you mad for? I’m rich a bit? I stacked a lil’ chip?
Now you sad ’cause I’m havin’ fun, chillin’ with my niggas?
You a weirdo, I don’t care no more, fuck an old flow
New year, my nigga, same me, they can’t defeat me
She love how my music ridin’, she beside it
Besides that, I’m smokin’ top pack, you niggas way back
You late, jack, I sent your bitch back with a squad tag
Feel that, my nigga, sit back, go get your clout jacked, yeah
Warhol.SS:
Pour a brick in my lemon Brisk, my cup worth a grip
That’s your bitch, she more like a lick, roll me up a zip
Of this piss, smokin’ Cookie Crisp, make her throw a fit
Who that is? Better check your jit, foenem load the clip
Out in trench though, yeah, them Benzo, what them tints for?
You been broke, this ain’t Polo, bitch boy, this Kenzo
Masi’ with the turbo engine, push it ’til the dash broke
I do what I want for real though, can’t tell me none’, ho