keep screaming to me
for more boose
they spend their millions like nothing matters
I can't stay still in these (crowds)
push me to the edge
bottles on bottles (oh oh)
rushing till the end
into crowd move side to side
boosting, pop a pills before my work get started
one more bottles for these braindead party
"Relax for only riches."
Spread out thousands in a minute for good sxx with Bad bixxxes.
And 'shake some damn phony whisky'
That's my misson belongs some tips
That's all why I did.
gateway to escape, just a lot of bills
Taxes also on rest.
That's why I am spending a lot of cash every month I pay for this
Inhale exhale 한숨 같네 뿌연 연기와 타는 속은 굴뚝이지
Back again, Their ballin as sport some.
A kind of baseball and I'm Table setter ball boy either,
bring some bat from j hova for grandslam.
When I face to face my face in their rolax necklace
I feel like, uh
Ice down makes me freeze as alaska
No new friends, chillin with nicotine Proteins
Get some fresh air? that's unfair romantic.
push me to the edge
bottles on bottles (oh oh)
rushing till the end
into crowd move side to side
boosting, pop a pills before my work get started
one more bottles for these braindead party
Yeah I'm a first worst rival with myself who served me to key of the high note.
My passion gonna viral beat it like vital sign and I trust my money long could surpass my life though.
I was wrong, maybe back in the day. If I go back to that time, I could deal with devils. "Selling ur soul, that's best or steady, broke boy, get ur ass up for money stakin."
Knockin on my deep suffer, clock in maze
Left or right side question, It aint clear on sober.
Even since my teen, let go of recall dreams, u gotta run to get that bag lil moxxxxer. U were supposed to be stacked in up own ur money more than verse.
Yeah, I thought that I used to get closer most than hxxs.
Get that paper?
Not for bars or lyrics its only for bankroll.
That's the whole point, bro
pushing bell again
if you tipsy, give some tip shit (ooh ooh)
bullshits till the end
begging for the one night stand
toosies, sliding out the door with charming babyfaces
you're just nothing but their alchohol charger