Lyrics: ssss sss ssssss
Music: trenton mondragon
[Intro]
D-d-d-d-d-d-damn son, where'd you find this?
E-E-E-Eighteen
[Verse]
Floor the gas
When I put your hand up in the wheel, yeah shit can get real! (Dat way!)
Cause I know I’m the bad guy
P***y boy get a mill
Broke boy!
Talkin all dat shit but you still
Broke boy!
You ain’t got no funds you a
B***h boy!
You’re so ****ing annoying cause you’re so ****ing broke, get a job you bummy ass boy!
Left me on ghost
I’ll eat your bones
You’re a broke a** boy
Get my name up out yo mother****ing mouth!
Shoot out
Shoot out
Find out in fact I’m on my own
Baby girl like the kush pack
Smokin' loud
Cool if I chill? But my nine has to hang out
Bustin' my steel turn that shit to a heater
Got her gulping on my shit she a eater
Varsity kid so I watch my bleachers
Baby so cute she give me brain fevers!
Wooden coffin
Someone call FEMA
Hail Mary
Clenched on to my Nina
Law wants me
Need a warrant and subpoenas
Light you up b***h boy I will smoke ya
Roll you up, broke boy I will toke ya!
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[i9bonsai]
I'm so ****ing tired of it
Too broke, he can't love it
Broke boy, he throwing a fit
He wish he could have a shot
I'm gonna bring it to your face
You're broke and missing it
Your clothes aren't fitting it
While she's kissing me (Mwah)
Far out, yeah, shut her up
Pour your cup, and drink it up
Call you up, enjoy your time
I just want some ****ing
You know your ass [?]
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I know she everything (Grrah)
I'm so ****ing tired of it
Too broke, he can't love it
Broke boy, he throwing a fit
He wish he could have a shot
E-e-e-eighteen
He wish he could have a shot
He could have a shot