Ayceeonethirty - Yoshi

Fuck twelve, we burnin purple by the police
I remember back when all I wanted was someone to know me
I was lonely, now these hoes tryin to lick me like Yoshi
Run the game like Sony, need a Bentley like Posty
High as fuck, tryin not to hit you up
Ninety-nine blunts on the wall I'm bout to sit and puff
These bitches crazy, want you stomp in they face like Super Dragon
She don't give a fuck if we just on the carpet like Aladdin

I been all over the place
I ain't been sober in so many days
Never get over the ones in the grave
Tryin to get money then hide in a cave
I been on this tryin to cover the pain
All of a sudden man everything changed
Feelin like I ain't got nothing to lose
But nothin to gain, so crash the plane
Said that we'd never see nothin but jail
Made for this so I never could fail
Could go blind and write this shit in braille
Harley Quinn, ride her by the pig tails
You ain't shit man, you's a joke
But nobody laughing like it's Kimmel wrote
On this king level, I'ma build a moat
If you gon ride this wave you'll need a bigger boat
We get the chicken, the squad all be winnin
You mad cause them ain't the bitches that you been in
You mad cause that ain't the drink that you been sippin
Be mad at that dirty reggie that you hittin
Be mad at yourself, boy you a mess
I'm on that Gribble, killin these pests
I was just chillin, she sent the text
Now she gon need a couple days of rest
How did this happen man
Out of it like I'm on Ativan
Suddenly wake up in Charlotte
I light up a cigarette, guess I was smashin fans
Still I'ma stay with my dogs
They know we be in the fog
They know we burnin them logs
And now they all wanna come follow along

Sayin she know the word to every song
And she wanna come with us back to the Druff
I been awake too fuckin long
To even be dealin with this kinda stuff
Bitch, I ain't even really feelin your vibe
I can see that you ain't real in your eyes
Already talkin bout some shit we should buy
Who the fuck is "we"? I been just I
Man I just been high at my house with my cats like a loser
My homies the shooters, man I'm just the mover
So I'm in that U-Haul speedin
God himself couldn't fight off these demons
Now the screamin ain't just in my head
It's all around me, why am I still feelin dead
Still drinkin on this like that's all they sellin at the store
Don't know the real in what I'm tellin
Wanna give your heart
They done made you hard
Done made you tape it off
Done made you pace and walk
Too many times to do the shit again
The money made you find out who the real friends
She wanna lick me like Yoshi
Dancin in the dark together like Joji
Cut em off like I was COD ragin
On the interstate like we was Podracin
Know a lot who said that we would not make it
Now they wanna come around the squad fakin
Always trying to ask What y'all smokin
Got me wonderin what the fuck y'all smokin

Written by:
Anthony Lida

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