I.L.Y.2 & Metronome - ARIZONASNEAKERS

Body geekin
Look at wrist aye
Baby come to sit on this on a dick aye
The party lit
Baby poppin' one or two I got three perc thirties for the gang and not for you
All this Lucy got me twisted up in Alice Wonderland
Pop a xan she a fan
Now she all up in my pants
Fuck Lil' Boosie he no badass
He afraid of fuckin' men
Fuck your sister, brother, cousin and you bet I'll fuck your friend
My fuckin' wrist
I broke that shit lil baby sit up on the dick
The parties lit I lost a percy and I'm pissed
I'm feelin somethin' not okay is what it is
Two two to the brain ooze and I spray goons till you pay dues
Two tone bust down hoes wanna fuck now
Bullet for the snakes get gunned down
Get run down on a runaway track
I catch a body every bar of the track
In the benz in the drop top
Get your mans he a hop skotch
For the mens who pull up
Talk shit get rolled up
Popstock caps like a soda hold up
Drako out the window of the old toyota
Keys in the motor
Child rebel soilder
I smoke rock I blow out the bolder
I'm so dopamine I'm a fiend for the Doja got uppers downers like a roller coaster
Catch me tweakin'
I be geakin'
I be thrill seakin'
Every other weekend
Don't ask me where your bitch been
She been cheatin'
Don't ask me bout a bag
My bag increasin'
Jourdan fours I be walkin' with the crease in them
You ain't got a grand, there's no feature then
Son of Satan, I fucked with the preachers kid
Fuck around murder you and your next of kin

Written by:
Brett Marshall, Cleve Cook

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