poppin' bottles like smith and wesson
you boys can't touch us it might get messy
i'm playing Ball in my backyard i'm Messi
i ain't hit a bitch in my life even when she tell me

razorBlade to my skin
ghostgirl, she look like Kate Moss
undefined, i'm defined today
undefined, i'm so fine today

starship, starsky, in the nightsky
fanta light, drinks since nine
gotta hold this gun in my Waist
i'm inhaling Petrol, my nephew watch paw patrol

hold my hand u gon see
it's me vs the whole world
cars on digital copy, my childhood
now i'm poppin benz in my bedroom

downing a bottle its smirnoff vodka
i woke up next to a girl But then she ghost me
i can't go to sleep, when she aint next to me
i cant go to sleep cause i Only think of her

Ginseng Strip 2002 Remix

Ginseng Strip 2002 Remix (prod.Vanity!)

no girl i don't want you for your body
i hit the strip mall for some halftone clothing
i'm too busy rocking my tom ford, pay with visa
she wanna have my green cash like kashpaint
cashing out in the ATM
roll up a f grey
clouds colored like a movie scene
bread so large feeling like medieval age
i hit the club so hard she think i'm a millionaire
imma f your bitch in the back of my car
in the backseat, in the backseat
come on girl what you waiting for
we got a whole life ahead of us
come on girl what you waiting for
we got a whole life ahead of us
hit the club too hard
i'm stacking my money, stacking my bread up
like i'm in the medieval age
come on girl, come on girl
i hit the club too hard

hit the club (prod kubelis + ww3nsy)

prod. @lakewxxd

i hit a blunt and i roll up
bad b throw a f 4 in the cup
yea i'm balling like the lakers
i'm tweakin on this shit like glo
you really a f faker
what u thought was gon happen?
knife to ur neck don't go forward
5 day bender end up at a graveyard
you watching me while i watch you
you want them true religion jeans but they don't want u
i hit the club buyin' drinks for everyone
i get your b phone number in front of u
yea i'm rich as hell, drive the whip around
yea i go hard on the low
yea i roll up another one
if you wanna f with me, then go ahead
if you wanna hate on me, then go ahead
i'm in my own lane
i'm in my own race
own car, own crib
all racks self made
account filled to the brim
tall as a mountain

hate me (prod lake)

They call me the cash star king of it all
I don’t want your handouts freezing cold drip
You want the debut, you not ready for the tune
I make sure all I ever got on me is triple digit

in the backstreet, drop your location, address it
in the ER, with a heartbeat, open my black suite
Tom Ford black suit, color scheme grapefruit
I’m on a dark route, I only see the dark chute
You wanna talk about it, let’s go ahead
I don’t want shit from you you a fucking nobody
Why you think you on my level did you hit your head
Throwing stones in the river, splash like Margiela shoes

Pull up in the ER, changing my voice up
Pull up in the alley, dealing some black tar grunge
No I don’t want your money stay the fuck off my hobby
You a trash talker with no progress
I finally made it now just keep up with me
I’m going to the top like a rocket can’t stop me
I’m dripped with some off white Knight armor
I go outside and now the sky is darker
No my name is not fucking parker
Put the headshot on you with a red color marker

You just a barker, you never do shit

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