(Lyrics)

Tell that bitch 
To suck my dick
I don’t want no relationship
You aint fucking with my clique 
We been on that Luh wild shit
(Hey!)
On that wild shit 
Yes nigga that wild shit
I don’t think you getting it 
Lemme sit down 
Explain real quick 
I was in the 8th grade
Listening to future 
Tryna po lean up 
In my lemonade 
I been off the drugs so much
I’m telling my bro 
Like whachu say
And this choppa got a drum 
Man they better keep away 
You must’ve thought I was dumb
Don’t try to compare yo music to mine 
Lil boy that shit is buns 
They can never bite the swag 
Swear these rappers are my sons 
I had to go get in my bag
I had to go run up my funds
I don’t rock designer man 
I got miharas on my feet
And I’m so damn geeked up 
I do this every week
They be like Tehxx, wtf
you a fuckin freak
I just pay no mind 
I count my bucks 
Because this life ain’t cheap 
I been getting so damn high 
Just so I can sleep 
You can look inside my fuckin eye
Tell me whachu see 
Please just tell the truth 
And don’t tell lies 
Please don’t play with me 
I put my pain into this music 
Hoping they relate to me

Rushmore p. synthetic + baredex + perdu

founder of tweakerpedia and beat producer 🔒 in