Space Jam
(专辑: Luka Troncic - 2021)
Hokatiwi White sticks like I
dipped the
buffs in a
milk carton And the
bitches got the
nuggets too like I'm Will Barton Four hundred dollar Chrome tee but I'm still heartless I'll have yo whole crew running like a
drill sergeant I
ain't on a
pill trip, bitch, I'm on a
jack run Two phones slapping, had to throw away to tap one Zaza after zaza, I
got black lungs Scoring through all the
foul play, that's a
and one Splash Bros, if I
don't pull up, I
know Stan will shoot Tripping in the
coupe, finna crash like I'm Bandicoot Miami Beach loft with a
good great Atlantic view Heard the
clerk sweet like Kool-Aid, brought the
jammers through Chop with the
flash, we'll pause him like a
photo Told her, "We a
secret", I'ma dog her on the
low low Bitch wanna link, if we ain't fraud then it's a
no go Smoking out a
two pound, balling like I'm Bol Bol Fuck, this some Gotham Runtz Undertaker, if I'm down, just know that I'm popping up Yeah, I
see you mugging 'cause you peeped that I
dropped the
buffs Reaching? We gon' swing sticks like the
ref dropped the
puck Real road runner, probably won't even stop for lunch Talking like you stepping but I
know that you not gon' crunch Whoop an opp to the
Lord, bitch, watch me lob him up Had to up my Jordan 1s so I
went and copped a
bunch I
ain't gon' stop till the
kid got the
GOAT status Put the
red beams on his face, he need Proactiv I
don't need a
stunt double, I'll face my own action I
can score in two different fields like I'm Bo Jackson Bitch cold so I
threw a
Moncler coat at her And I
think the
bitch know voodoo, she a
soul snatcher Boy, stop rapping, you be talking shit that don't matter Cocky fuck since middle school, I
been a
roll flasher Bitch friends ask where she at, told' em, "With her date" Smile tugging on the
[?] brodie trigger happy Out here, you going out bad but in Flint, you chatty For the
hundredth time, I
hopped in and I
zipped my baggy No lag, 7.62s, they'll flip yo Cady Blowing out the
new cookies pack, I
be missing Cali On telegraph with the
scope, can hit a
opp in Ypsilanti Scored sixty out in New York, told the
Knicks to draft me Two hundred dollar sea food, finna make a
mess That ain't olive oil when you see unkie apron wet Chase hoes? Nah, I'd rather go and chase a
check Since you got a
big heart, told bro to aim for chest Bitch called me "broke", told that ho they must've laced her meth I
don't mean to dog hoes, you can go and thank my ex We ain't in the
Hellcats tonight, catch us racing 'Vettes Loyalty so rare, won't even let a
bitch take my test Off some chill shit, ran up a
hundred in these pair of Crocs Woke up with zero fucks to give, boy, I
swear to God Skrrt around, whip roaring like a
Triceratops Hitter brought the
stick to San Fran like he Barry Bonds Sealed pint, boy, I
gotta charge you for every drop Hustle dying wish, boy, my life wasn't Fairy Odd That ain't Hutch, I
see you grab that watch out of Jared's box Took my bitch OT and told her be prepared to shop Melrose, Rodeo, back to back drip trips Lauren London type bitch, blues on me, RIP Nip Got it out the
mud, in the
hood like a
dipstick Cause thirtheen, he'll pull up shooting off his RipStik Ray Lewis, catch you with the
bag, I'ma hit stick Twenty thousand in the
restaurant and didn't tip shit Lil' light skin, lip gloss, don't do lip stick Bitch, I
got a
squad full of goons like I'm Trick Trick Ayy, ShittyBoyz