Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryce Charles
Songwriter
Lyrics
Designer shit copper
Weed smoke in my chakras
Call tha doctor
All i speak is gucci louis fendi prada
Smokin kush like obama
Wit a chopper right beside me like osama
I just need a magic bitch just like zatana
Paper cuts from counting commas
I'm tha black dalli lama
I got fish scales on my neck ill feed you to piranas
Cut you up with my kitana and my glock is fully auto
Off a tab weed shrooms you won't me till tomorrow
Pull up to tha party late asf nigga sorry
Affliction is my jeans and my shirt ed hardy
Lean the only thing in my gut man I'm starving
You can tell my momma sorry play these bitches like atari
Pull up to tha party late asf nigga sorry
Affliction is my jeans and my shirt ed hardy
Lean the only thing in my gut man I'm starving
You can tell my momma sorry play these bitches like atari
Hop up out tha bed bitch i got my fucking swag back
Talking down on sewer imma turn you to a hashtag
Body in a trash bag
All i smoke is gas pack
Run up on a fuck nigga tell me wear yo cash at
Slimey ass niggas man where yo fucking mask at
Kimono rich as fuck i might pop up on the nasdaq
With my battle axe
Brutal legend call me jack black
Chrome heart crosses on my mind till i have that
Writer(s): Bryce Charles
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