Cancer

(álbum: Patience Is Key - 2017)

(Ginseng)
Summrs you're so full of yourself
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Pull up in that coupe girl I pull up in that Phantom
Sipping on that dirty baby sipping on that Fanta
I'm not loyal baby I'm a hoe just like I'm Santa
I be cooling baby I'm a just run my bands up
All my bitches bad, yeah you know they some dancers
He don't want no smoke, he don't want no fucking cancer
Finna call your phone, baby could you please answer

In L.A. cooling with my feet up
Smoking gas, smoking on this reefer
Baby girl, you know I'm a chiefer
I need a Spanish mami, seniorita
Don't call my phone 'bout a hoe cause I don't know
All these niggas lames, all these niggas is some bozos
If I need your shit, I might kick a fucking door though
Pull up with them guns something like G.I. Joe though
Fuck twelve fuck the feds nigga fuck the po-po
Shawty brain got my head spinning like a yo-yo
Tryna get a verse for free, nigga I'm like hell no
If I get locked baby I swear I won't tell, no

Pull up in that coupe girl I pull up in that Phantom
Sipping on that dirty baby sipping on that Fanta
I'm not loyal baby I'm a hoe just like I'm Santa
I be cooling baby I'm a just run my bands up
All my bitches bad yeah you know they some dancers
He don't want no smoke, he don't want no fucking cancer
Finna call your phone baby could you please answer