self prod

lyrics:
i was ridin down the highway with two keys in the back of my vette
put my foot down on the accelerator police havent caught me yet
i just put two beans up in my cup im tryna get as high as i can get
i wouldnt fuck with me ill put your body in a bag bitch dont forget
i dont use no youtube beats i make my own cuz im the fuckin best
i pull up and take your life ill make your whole squad fuckin reset
i pull up and pull a knife i dont play games this aint no recess
you been actin funny cut you out my life i dont need more stress

you wanna play with me like im a gamecube
bitch get away from me i fuckin hate you
i pull up with a nine and a k too
i got so high i thought i was smokin k2
i got a maserati and wraith too
fuck up my bread im gonna have to come waste you
take your name off the board ill erase you
not worried bout money just who it gets paid to

think about money all day like i meditate
feel like a body builder i just be movin weight
you dont play the game like me you just emulate
that bitch dont want the meat she just want crudite
that bitch so pretty i be asking "What did you do today ;3"
went on one edate and im packin my suitcase
she knocked the air out of my lungs like a souffle
i call her up and i call her my boo thang

my wallets fat yours is malnourished
put on cap everywhere you go like a tourist
i hit the horse tranquilizer i got no worries
my friend got a horse fursona bitch i know furries
i return every bullet like a perfect parry
ill make you hide in the trap all day like the snail gary
i put the whole team on the map im a hard carry
i keep the strap on my body like its burberry

i got so many phones they should call me yellowpages
i put holes in your head like some ear gauges
i find a new method everyday like a speedrunner
i got pure rocks im not a stonecutter
my za is fragrant and delicious like some compound butter
got so high i cant stand i just hover
my weed green and made in a lab like Flubber

2 keys ~(=^‥^)ノ☆

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