Symo - Van Helsing

Jesus... wept

I remember stressing on the green all-day
Now I got that Velveeta cheese in my jeans
Walk round with them chips, no not Frito-Lays
Bitch I need some Brisk, iced the T in my chain
Walk round like a zombie, put that perc right in my tummy, yeah
Bought her a new body and I put her in Armani, yeah
Dripping in Givenchy, we got beef no no pastrami, man
Put you in a room with me you folding origami, yeah
Yeah, put the perc right in the Dusse
Mix it up, sip it till I feel a lil fugue state
Real as fuck, you ain't on my level I'm not human
Gorilla tough, monkey in the jungle with a broomstick
Touch down, man I score like every hour
Y'all clowns, dressing out the clearance aisle
Future flow, Ice King in my evil tower
Bad hos love me, do it Symo style

Yeah, chop it down, quick then bag it up
Hunnid k, flip it and I turn it to a dub, yeah
Operation getcho money up
Money on my mind, yeah I just can't get enough
I don't really fuck with y'all, I can't
Goofy ass lil lames, you can talk right to my strap
Yeah, I just got some benjis just like dat
Push the pedal to the metal, keep it on the gas

Rain rain go away, bring me brain from cheap sluts
Pain pain, novacane, numbing doesn't fix yah
Drain Gang, Bladee, blade straight into yo deep guts
Aye babe, say sumn, do you love me enough?
All black, how my fit go just like I'm Batman
Popping off like Crisco, yeah I'm going H.A.M.
I would drop a millie on 'em
Icing out the silly watches
Ride round with my thottiana
Get chopped up like Benihanas
Murder man, yeah I'm the murder man
Yeah, find you in my city then I'm throwing hands
Crocodilo, alligator, gator gat
Yeah that means do the death roll just like as quick as that
Keep that blicky on demand and that pussy, not no cat
Tripping over some mans, I could never be that spaz
And I count my money up it's all I really love
Broken heart gets fixed up when the money starts to come

Yeah, chop it down, quick then bag it up
Hunnid k, flip it and I turn it to a dub, yeah
Operation getcho money up
Money on my mind, yeah I just can't get enough
I don't really fuck with y'all, I can't
Goofy ass lil lames, you can talk right to my strap
Yeah, I just got some benjis just like dat
Push the pedal to the metal, keep it on the gas

Written by:
John Symonanis

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