Yeah, yeah, h-how the fuck the sun up?
It's boutta rain bro
Walk in with my gun out, forgot my raincoat
Ps-pss, taste like mangos
S-she want helmet lang, no
Yeah, yeah, I think It's time for me to swerve off in a range Rover (Skrrt)

I gotta get to the bag, gotta escape, gotta escape (Walk)
Walk in your trap and take over the place
(Walk in your trap and take over the place)
All of my bitches they bad, your bitches fake (Uh huh)
And I still got love for my ex, hope she been great

And I know you can't forget what you did (Oh yes)
C-Can't see through my fuckin' Cartier's (Oh yes) (fuckin' Cartier's)
I-I was busy wipin' off my tears (Oh yes)
There ain't nothin' that I fear (Oh yeaa)

how tf the sun up (prod. voxel)

lian