Dt. - Winnebago Heartthrob (feat. Nova Sandiego)

Yeah, yeah
It's the Eight One Five shit dawg
Black Rabbit, Epitome Family in this mafucka
Niggas know what it is
Nova whattup boy
Hottest nigga in the Eight One Five, shawty
Way whattup boy
You know I got em

Tonight we celebrating your release
Tonight we out here balling don't you look at no receipts
What you tryna eat, order up a couple drinks
We made it through the pain it's in the past it's obsolete
Aye, this one for my dawg bruh
Don't know the shit it cost us
Never let 'em starve us
Grind till it exhaust us
Working till we sauced up
Our whips is flying saucers
E.P.T we charged up
The game forever altered
Aye, I put a four in a pop, close the top, shake it till it's bubbling
Aye, I split the blunt down the middle, roll up what bro just smuggled in
One pill for my suffering
Three shots for my troubles and
She here for my comforting
I'm slowly recovering
This one for my brother then
Cups of Hen
Running through the city like a jungle gym
Inducted in to hustling
We had dreams to touch a M, uhh
We bum rush ya men
Midwest spirit living in my Southern skin
Above the rim

I hit the booth and I sing about you
Hit the streets the city screaming bout you
Hit the West it make me think about you
Last night I had a dream about you
What you said
Black Rabbit we the money mob
Imma Winnebago Heartthrob
Black Rabbit we the money mob
I'm a Winnebago Heartthrob

Bitch we the bomb
My niggas keep burning up gas like a star, whole life a mirage
You niggas is frauds
We shoot like Lamelo, just look how we ball
You bullshiter look my direction like gods
Yo bitch even look my direction she ours
I cook selling that rex shit for sauce
Black Rabbit the fam respect it we all
Little nigga you loss
Yeah nigga you loss
I feel like the strings that you use on your dental just look how we floss
Look how we floss
A price to be king and I pay it all, like fuck what it cost
Fuck what it cost
I do what I please, I feel like I'm Doc, little bitch I'm the boss
It's dirt on my shoulder I'm brushing it off, yeah
Pour some syrup for my nigga Way
When they got you I was sick for hella days
Drop a four in it let it marinate
Gotta sing to it call it serenading
I remember pacing being hella anxious
Like bro patient, we gotta make it
Now we got to keep it all in moderation
Fill the presidential like inaugurations
I been killing since I lived in mama basement
Tell 'em the clear the lane cause we chasing greatness
Do the dash on them like I'm drag racing
They just sick complaining
Guess that's why they hate it
I know
E.P.T, bitch we the money mob
I'm a Winnebago heartthrob

I hit the booth and I sing about you
Hit the streets the city screaming bout you
Hit the West it make me think about you
Last night I had a dream about you
What you said
Black Rabbit we the money mob
Imma Winnebago Heartthrob
Black Rabbit we the money mob
I'm a Winnebago Heartthrob, aye

Written by:
Leslie Rolfe

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