Forever $cams

It's Lando, yo' bitch know, don't let yo' bitch go, nigga Brrt, brrt, brrt You either win or lose You either win or lose (You're not making this easy, Kyle) You either win or lose, it ain't no ties in life (It's either a dub or a L on that record) Perfect this, perfect that, yeah, the timin' right Tried to keep me in the dark, now I'm shinin' bright Opper could be same height as me, we ain't eye-to-eye If the convo ain't about no profit, then it's "Hi", and "Bye" Shit, konnichiwa, sayonara Feel like Sosa in some Louis loafers You can't find in Zara (woo) Pour a five and double back like I'm Garza Out here every day, I'm just tryna hide from karma So many skits pulls, so many juugs bust' Inhale, exhale, for pain I got a wood stuffed Drew the game plan, strapped my nuts on and got to it Shit (brrt), that's the best thing I ever did And to my people's, shit, I wish I was a better kid (Hmm) but I guess it all worked out Went through tribulations in the deep, you took the surf route First round knockout, the clerk can't take a punch Pullin' down, powered up, get yo' cables cut Shit, I wake up needin' syrup, not the maple stuff (ha) BBs gave me frostbite, got my nasals stuffed Everyone who talked down, got passed up Terabytin' like a car with a flat, I'm jacked up (woo) Olympic tennis team, gold on, we racked up (woo) The cut so designer, fiend can't tell it's smacked up Shit, it's time to act up, five Ms, match what? Bin Reaper, I can see your soul in these black buffs I'ma standout and I ain't even gotta stand up Every show, scrumble in the crowd, put yo' hands up (yeah) JuSleaze's jumpin' too (brrt) Vanilla buffs off the golden tints, dunkaroos 800 horses in the Shelby when I'm comin' through Tell a bitch I'm one of one, that mean we ain't one and two Sippin' purple full of scam, boy, you off some hundred proof Eyes red, I'm in grind mode, I like my hundreds blue Been had an attitude, I ain't just becomin' rude Year 2000, sixth day in the month of June (Brrt) Shit, that's when the G.O.A.T. was born (brrt) Every time I drop it's time to hear the G.O.A.T. perform (yeah) European tour, shit it's time to go explore (yah) You ain't never even left the city Sold out show, times two, double set in Philly Same shit, different day, catch me on Dequindre (Same shit, different day, catch me on Dequindre) It fucked me up when I text Mari and it don't deliver Man, that shit crazy Gettin' high for you, all slatt woods We ain't rolling swishers (R.I.P. $cams, R.I.P. $cams) R.I.P. 72, heart purple and it's cold as winter In the lab reminiscin', turn into a potion mixer Shit (shit), it don't feel the same (nah) I still feel the pain, best believe before you see the sun You gon' feel some rain R.I.P. Chris, paint the night sky blue Can't trust 'em, talk loose and play the nice guy too Mitten on my back, next-gen Slim Shady Shoutout MadeInStyle, hold down the 6 daily Shoutout DSM, Stan, Dee, James, Donnie Oh, yeah and Dorian, I can't forget Ronnie (brrt, brrt) Ridin' down the seven, I'm just thinkin', free Rich (yeah) My third eye open, gotta peep shit Honor roll up a wood, this a three six All she seen is the kids, she wanna eat dick Lil' freak bitch Can't afford exotic, stay around some cookie like you Ned Chop sound like thunder, hit you and yo' buddy like you Ted What I'm sayin', when we slide down better play it like you dead Lookin' at my Sprite like, "Boy, I like you better when you red" I can't find him in the field like a truffler tree Sick you rolled a pinky finger, ain't even puffin' a G (you bum) Almost at my goal, and shit that's a hundred a week Would've thought it's a full moon, I'm becomin' a beast Shit, I'm scared of the streets they ain't got no code (brrt) I'm scared of these hoes, they'll drop yo' lo' Shit (brrt), watch that backdoor, that is not yo' bro (nah) You ain't got it in you, you just have to stop on go (yeah) I ain't stopped yet, and I don't plan on it (nope) ShittyBoyz that's for L, I'll stand on it First rule, you get a run, you gotta put yo' mans on it Doin' all that muggin', but I can smell the fan on him BabyTron, he walk out, the fans put the cams on him Play with me or one of mines, we ain't puttin' hands him Pull up with them yammers, we'll put them blams on him You know what it is, Forever $cams on 'em (Phew, ShittyBoyz)