Wifisfuneral and Robb Bank$ - Carro

(Hey Chris, fuck you)
Hey Chris, fuck you
Ay
You know I love you, Chris
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh (yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ay, yeah, ay (You dig? You dig? You dig?)

Hundred racks up in the pantry
Look like a ransom (SSET)
Niggas left me out for dead, well, shit I need some answers
Don't cut my back for that, I only judge you off your actions
Bitch, fuck the way you talk, hold up
Zooming fast in the McLaren, stare
Bricks around my neck, it got me feeling like a polar bear
Long shot from the eagle, seagull, smoking OG fungus
Got my face hanging like Ruckus, I'm the Grim Reaper
Main bitch bag leecher, all my opps, we oversee it
I'm making out oh so clear, please cuff your bitch
Before she assist, shit stiff like a stick
Crystal molly rocker, iz feel nothing, Percocet it shake
Shake, regret, it's in a minute
And my diamonds stacked like Tetris, take the fade, forgot to mention
And I'm paying close attention, enemies praying I don't make it (facts)
But I took it, I ain't waiting
I was playin' with the matrix
Keep it low, you know what I'm saying
I was playin' with the matrix
Keep it low, you know what I'm saying
I was playin' with

I ain't even gotta speak, bruh, let the drip talk
Why your bitch all up on me, bruh? Better cuff your thot
Connect the plug like Cuban links, stuck, smokin' through the drought

He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom

Uh, yeah, yeah, you dig?
You dig? You dig? You dig? (The GOAT)
Brains right there (woo woo)

Sayin' set, nigga, bet that, she smoke like you ain't asthmatic
I just put Biscotti in my inhaler, they like, "How you did that, kid?"
Killed my dawgs like Vert, drinking on that syrup, don't know how I ain't dead yet
Feel like count it up, I rev her up like akida, like a biker
Jaded by the like, I'm tryna share my percent
Actavis, drinking on that mango nectar
We don't keep no cups, no, no, no, no let us not ever
I keep it one hundred like a Pokémon Center
Y'all niggas know that I'm on something
Know something? If he want something
I'll toast him, I'll stomp that nigga out, bitch, I'll roast him
I'm posted, I'm not bragging, bitch, I'm not boasting
Go slow motion, she dark skin, bitch Kelly Rowland, like

Written by:
Isaiah Rivera, Richard O'Neil Burrell

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