I can't count the things
That I just wanna quit
I'm with Zae we blowing blunts
We smokin' gush mints
I'm always causing trouble
So i guess i'm just a troubled kid
Thic' white bitch putting filler
In her fucking lips
I'm writing songs on a Bentley
(Bentley coupe)
How it turned out?
Like I already knew
You got fake Rick Owens those from Teemu
I can't fuck with that little bitch
Her pussy smell like a seafood
I get what I want
Never had to throw a tantrum
Gucci buckles, ye
Gucci hold my pants up
Palm trees, ye
Hand rolled blunts
White hoes doing Ketamine and Kratom
In her Bentley
Massage me in the back seat
I'm with Jun'
I'm a CDG athelete
Chrome heart sleeves you can
Hear chrome heart beats
04 the only numbers on my spreadsheets
I can't count the things
That I just wanna quit
I'm with Zae we blowing blunts
We smokin' gush mints
I'm always causing trouble
So I guess I'm just a troubled kid
Thic' white bitch putting filler
In her fucking lips
I'm writing songs in her Bentley
(Bentley Coupe)
How it turned out?
Like I already knew
You got fake Rick Owens those from Teemu
I can't fuck with that little bitch
Her pussy smell like a seafood
Ye, ye, ooh
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