can't catch up (icedmn)

I aint think she noticed me 
I aint think she noticed the kid

notice me [fwcal]

kit-kat

pink & blues

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Lyrics

I mix the Wock’ with the Faygo

Walk in the store, told ‘em give me the bill-y 
Too many hoes, man, this feel like The Bachelor 
I mix the Wock’ with the Cream, that’s a lavender 
He want a verse, told lil’ bro I ain’t taxin’ him 
Just send the racks and I might send it faster
I put the lean in my smoothie, it’s berry 
Too many racks, I might buy me a ‘Rari
New money blue like I’m hangin’ with Perry
Stay with the stick like a wizard, no Harry
Bro got a stick, he ain’t playin’ no FIFA 
I put a beam on the Glock like a beeper 
He tried to run, but we caught him, it’s deeper 
Took her to Neimans, she call me a keeper

I mix the Wock’ with the Faygo

Too many racks, I might sleep on a pile 
Too many hoes, I can’t chill for a while 
Too many sticks, like we deep in the South 
He talkin’ crazy, we airin’ it out 
I drop a bag, get him gone like a mission
Hop in that coupe, do the dash like it’s fiction 
Twin keep a drum like he playin’ musician 
I ran it up, I don’t need no permission 


Faygo!

prod by me.

lyrics
[chorus]
bihes gettin litty from the wockhardt
i got hella bihes gettin litty out in Stuttgart
nga flex a chain thats itty-bitty call it bonaparte
bihes say my lean is very pretty issa wock of art

we gon pop out, we gon bring the pot out
i think ya bih obsessed wih me cuz why she got a cutout
off the dugout, homerun, bugout
coach put up a thumb like ts was fckin Fallout

[verse]
ye i run the city, but i lay low
sick of all the weird shi, SoFaygo
u a novice, u got low elo
im a veteran, J. Cole, horns and a halo

imma fckin ice out my bih
wrap a glacier round my wrist
aint nobody got swag like this
aint nobody got-

[verse]
yall know my cash weigh tons
i only fw bihes that be totin guns
i give a nga stitches if he break my trust
i swear i'll be the richest, thats a promise, thats a must

ima young buck, this aint luck
ya bih she wanna fck, i hit it like a puck
blick tucked, make it quack like a duck
knock a bih nga up, got me lookin like chuck

[verse]
ima big dog, nga u a rodent
i got big guns, a nga stay loaded
took a likkle yacht to Poland
pierce a nga in the eye like Roman

yo lets get it goin, my money keep growin
stop breakin mirrors nga thats a bad omen
hit his abdomen, got this hoe groanin
rollin onna floor, nga thought i was jokin

[chorus repeats]

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