Eureka
(专辑: Dedication 6 - 2017)
And when I
bust I
yell "Eureka", yeah And when I
bust I
yell "Eureka", yeah 6
shit Dropped out of school, I
fucked the
teacher Spent a
mil' on misdemeanor Miss my brodies, miss Aaliyah Spending money like amnesia Spent some money on sativa Got that strip club diabetes Make it rain cats and dogs All night long, I
need PETA White girl, black diva I'm in here fucking on a
zebra I
beat it up like John Cena Talking crazy, bilingual Put some diamonds in my teefus Got me looking like a
genius Leave you bloody like a
fetus Cut your tongue off, leave you speechless Put some money on subpoenas Could've gave that to Miss Cita Nigga stunner, he a
skeezer From the
heart and out the
speakers I
was young, I
heard the
preacher I
grew up and met the
reaper That codeine my anesthesia Tried to kick but this ain't FIFA She snort one line, want a
sequel She snort two and want a
threesome She snort three lines, yell "Adidas" When I
bust I
yell "Eureka" When I
bust I
yell "Eureka" When she bust she yell for Jesus Drop her off at the
cathedral She come back with a
bunch of singles Phones are tapped, we switch the
lingo Hustle where the
grass is greener Clean the
blood off the
walls Then break out the
Stanley Steamer It's a
drought on cocaina I
know routes through Pasedena I
got two keys of that Bieber Call 'em Justin and Justina Sipping on that Angelina I'm low profile in a
Bimmer Where it's sour, could be sweeter I
got sugar, I
got creamer More extremer, more obscener Doing numbers, yelling "Bingo" Coca leaf so come and get some White power from a
negro Spent some money on my legal And that money was illegal That's my bloody, that's my migo Repping cinco like he Tito I'm getting high under gazebo With a
bride and no tuxedo I'm a
bitch magnet, Magneto Hit that pussy like the
R.I.C.O Young money with no wrinkles Hot tubbing with the
chicas Run around naked like they streakers Run around this bitch like Ezekiel Good-quality coke, that's GQ Boy this base don't need no EQ She snort one line, want a
sequel When I
bust I
yell "Eureka", hey Took her out the
game, sent her to the
bleachers Kick her out in style, Balenciaga sneakers Broke up with my bitch, I
feel like shit, my dog She kept talking fifty-fifty, had to split, my dog She kept on falling in and out of love, I
tripped her dog Told me eat or get ate, so I
sipped her dog I'ma go platinum, she single She blow up my phone, but the
bitch got no ringer Bought her a
ring but I
left with a
finger Stack up my cake and I
bust down some zingers Hello, ho, you gots to go, ho I'm on the
road, ho, high profile, moving work on the
low Smoking OG, girl you gotta go Know you ain't on, girl you gotta know Got that backward, girl, you kinda slow The
snakeskin I
know you see on, this a
no And when I
bust I
yell "Eureka", yeah And when I
bust I
yell "Eureka", yeah And when we fuck it's for no reason, yeah Record that shit and watch the
reruns, yeah And when I
bust I
yell "Eureka", yeah That's some sick shit, yeah That's some sick shit, yeah That's some six shit