RLLY.A.GASS3R - BUSSIN OF THE IETHYE Lyrics

Damn f*ck tryna come prada
Fall season with the boucheron
Scent and I was told can't get
Out the streets then get it out
A bitch they done put me the
Wrong mood I get to socking
Shit
F*ck I ain't the nicest crip you
Can pull the wrong move don't
Play yo cards and watch your
Life get flipped probably high
Off a 10 smack ugh f*ck smack
Down bite down bitch you know
The life that I live unordinary
Enforcement she don't like how
I get couple nights a sin
Nigha play me if you want spend
Your life in a can grave stepping
Bitch put em right by his mans
Rest in peace to cuh get a shout
On the gram then ima take a couple
Pictures ima f*ck ima smile with his
Fam bussing of the iethye scratch
The palm of my hand
Tryna give that pussy to me f*ck bro
Instead bitch come and suck a nigha
Meat you got some boneless head
F*ck break the bitch for a slimy ass
Piece need a need a loan of her bread
Main bitch tripping ion get it she gone
Wanna share it the f*ck
Bitch nigha I'll really go stevie don't wanna
Take I there so quit the so quit the playing both
Sides and we can make it fair f*ck nigha you
See I'm on tether don't give me ankle stare
Nigha you see I'm on tip you need to make
It clear if you really want smoke I make you
Face a fear
Tryna live up on your own ain't gone make
It here