LEMONHEAD

Y'all niggas know what's up
You say, you say pandemic? (Yo)
Oh, you wanna see a pandemic? (Bunnyhop)
Shit, remove us from the game
This shit really get crazy (I don't lean, I don't lean)
Gangsta Grillz (yeah)
I don't lean but my house do
Off the hill with the mean view (yeah)
Nice house, if you look out
You can see some eagles and a few yachts
Got a roommate, he won't move out
If you want smoke, he the cool opp
And he drill shit, got the tool out
It's the Wolf Gang, Brooklyn Zoo out
Nigga, Wu-Tang, you get chewed out
When we woo hot, this is Flipmode
And they know your pussy like the douche out
Bitc, h I'm cool, cool and his mouth wet
He a punan', used to stage dive
But they sue now, I was too hot
TLC waterfalls on my chest, help me cool off (ah)
Got too many calls, shit'll go cold (yeah)
They catchin' dust, one in the stove (yeah)
In love with lemonheads lookin' like Bart
Keep the Patek, I spent that on AWGE (spent that on AWGE, nigga)
How much it cost? Shit, I don't know (nah)
But I know that stage a million a show (true story)
Stuck in my ways, they say, "How so?"
First nigga put a bike rack on the Rolls, T
A young turnt nigga, I be fuckin' these hoes
Twenty appearance, I get it, I go (I'm here)
Rich, tell the world, "come see me out low"
I ain't rockin' with cause, nigga, free my bros (Trez)
I ain't got no safe and they see me shinin' (bitch, huh)
Still fuck, I'm grindin' (lame)
Eighty for a gram, remindin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, huh)
Two-tone Patek in this bitch, goddammit (ho)
Ten bad hoes, nigga, look at that bitch (look at that)
Still sellin' dope, I be cookin' that shit (mn, for real talk, shit)
My hoodie like six bands (Bruh, dog shit)
Over a hunnid (yeah, yeah)
I'm from the bottom, bitch, we gettin' money
Might tip a good ho, but then she ain't gettin' nothin'
Car go skrrt, hold on (ha, get it up, start it up)
Nigga, you got lucky (skrrt)
All this paper, I can bet she fuck
I ain't doin' no talkin', I ain't doin' no savin' (no, no, no)
Took her from a lame, I gave his bitch back
Know I ain't crazy, nigga still tote straps
Like, "Get on, bitch, " just spit on shit
Man, oh my God, "remember Lil'"
Yeah, he got dropped (hold on), I'm gone (we gone)
Biatch
Call on me (my bro is)
If you get lost (runnin' his finger around the)
Call on me (I got that shit sittin' on my counter like a fruit bowl)
(That's like a hundred racks)
If you get lost (I like the color green in every shade)
If you get lost (I like life)
Call (my, like, my life)
If you get lost (don't fucking bite, y'all niggas love to steal)