Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Okay
Off the wake up, fuck up the make-up
She ain’t want shit, just Marc Jacobs
Playing with them, okay then, Sega
All I need one shot, no Kraber
Aye, yeah, aye, yeah
Off the wake up, fuck up the make-up
She ain’t want shit, just Marc Jacobs
Playing with them, okay then, Sega
All I need one shot, no Kraber
Aye, yeah, aye, yeah
Make them disconnect, make them DC
Straight out a comic book, this DC
Making moves on the board, Ouija
Laughing to the bank, ke-ke-ke
And I’m Cole like I’m with CP
I-D-K why they sleep on me
Freddy Krueger shit, getting creepy
And I’m throwing like a fucking QB
With the migos like it’s fucking QC
Like the clothing brand, we ten deep
And I’m up like I get no sleep
These niggas ass like what goes in a seat
Like a bird beak, they reached their peak
I been sick like I just caught Zika
Like it’s Rondonumbanine on the speaker
Call of Duty thermal scope, heat seaker
Fuck it, think I might change up the subject
Hate you niggas just like Uncle Ruckus
Finger fuck the money, give it nuggie
Feeling so damn good, might hit the Dougie
Like a cup, we in the function mugging
Jimmy Buckets how a nigga clutching
Two sticks on me like some crutches, yeah
Off the wake up, fuck up the make-up
She ain’t want shit, just Marc Jacobs
Playing with them, okay then, Sega
All I need one shot, no Kraber
Aye, yeah, aye, yeah
Off the wake up, fuck up the make-up
She ain’t want shit, just Marc Jacobs
Playing with them, okay then, Sega
All I need one shot, no Kraber
Aye, yeah, aye, yeah
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