Locked in my room on that goon shit like boondocks
Yes, we on the stroll down the beach hit the red rocks
Dread locks, dead locs, big glocks scare these city folk
Like you dealing dope laying low f*cking foreign hoes
Finesse a pack with Draco
I ain't robbing shit, I'm the baby driver
Riding waves like we swerving lanes
Cross the streams call the ghost busters
Hit the lean
Infrared beam
Off the bean
Yes, I got the greens
Green panther in a skyline
Not a four-wheeler stuck in high tide
From Cally to Welly don't f*ck with no molly
Zombie freak she go trick or treat
Fendi free on that pussy reek
Six feet deep that coffin bleeds
I don't f*ck around no down town
Cruising the crown with that exhaust sound
No firearms no blank rounds
Big chopper with that aim down
Black hawk with black glocks
Pipped down with this black cock no jack off aye
Nut blast in a blood bag got me running
Five o in a mother f*cking mustang aye
Hungry jacks got my fix uh huh
Hungarian chick on my dick uh huh
Suburban white chicks sipping uh
Rum and bourbon got me tripping uh
Where we drop
When we stop
F*cking with no K-pop
Where we pop
What we guap
Sleeping on that J-Rock
Damn who we grieving uh
Music industry bleeding yuh
In the streets j chilling aye
All these people killing damn
F*cking Goth f*cking Brock
F*ck around don't belittle gods
Out the pan back in the wok hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hide it in my f*cking sock aye aye
New York Milly rock hey hey
You a dork hit the stock aye aye
Pull up on your f*cking block hey hey
Gas me up with that glock hey hey
F*cking with yo bit don't stop aye aye
F*cking with yo bit don't stop aye aye
F*cking with yo bit don't stop aye aye
F*cking with yo bit don't stop aye aye
F*ck with yo wrist slit
Silent hills mistress
Run up on your face rip
Pistol whip hand grip
Locked in my room on that goon shit like boondocks
Yes, we on the stroll down the beach hit the red rocks
Dread locks, dead locs, big glocks scare these city folk
Like you dealing dope laying low f*cking foreign hoes
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Locked in my room on that goon shit like boondocks
Yes, we on the stroll down the beach hit the red rocks
Dread locks, dead locs, big glocks scare these city folk
Like you dealing dope laying low f*cking foreign hoes
Finesse a pack with Draco
I ain't robbing shit, I'm the baby driver
Riding waves like we swerving lanes
Cross the streams call the ghost busters
Hit the lean
Infrared beam
Off the bean
Yes, I got the greens
Green panther in a skyline
Not a four-wheeler stuck in high tide
From Cally to Welly don't f*ck with no molly
Zombie freak she go trick or treat
Fendi free on that pussy reek
Six feet deep that coffin bleeds
I don't f*ck around no down town
Cruising the crown with that exhaust sound
No firearms no blank rounds
Big chopper with that aim down
Black hawk with black glocks
Pipped down with this black cock no jack off aye
Nut blast in a blood bag got me running
Five o in a mother f*cking mustang aye
Hungry jacks got my fix uh huh
Hungarian chick on my dick uh huh
Suburban white chicks sipping uh
Rum and bourbon got me tripping uh
Where we drop
When we stop
F*cking with no K-pop
Where we pop
What we guap
Sleeping on that J-Rock
Damn who we grieving uh
Music industry bleeding yuh
In the streets j chilling aye
All these people killing damn
F*cking Goth f*cking Brock
F*ck around don't belittle gods
Out the pan back in the wok hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hide it in my f*cking sock aye aye
New York Milly rock hey hey
You a dork hit the stock aye aye
Pull up on your f*cking block hey hey
Gas me up with that glock hey hey
F*cking with yo bit don't stop aye aye
F*cking with yo bit don't stop aye aye
F*cking with yo bit don't stop aye aye
F*cking with yo bit don't stop aye aye
F*ck with yo wrist slit
Silent hills mistress
Run up on your face rip
Pistol whip hand grip
Locked in my room on that goon shit like boondocks
Yes, we on the stroll down the beach hit the red rocks
Dread locks, dead locs, big glocks scare these city folk
Like you dealing dope laying low f*cking foreign hoes
Yes, we on the stroll down the beach hit the red rocks
Dread locks, dead locs, big glocks scare these city folk
Like you dealing dope laying low f*cking foreign hoes
Finesse a pack with Draco
I ain't robbing shit, I'm the baby driver
Riding waves like we swerving lanes
Cross the streams call the ghost busters
Hit the lean
Infrared beam
Off the bean
Yes, I got the greens
Green panther in a skyline
Not a four-wheeler stuck in high tide
From Cally to Welly don't f*ck with no molly
Zombie freak she go trick or treat
Fendi free on that pussy reek
Six feet deep that coffin bleeds
I don't f*ck around no down town
Cruising the crown with that exhaust sound
No firearms no blank rounds
Big chopper with that aim down
Black hawk with black glocks
Pipped down with this black cock no jack off aye
Nut blast in a blood bag got me running
Five o in a mother f*cking mustang aye
Hungry jacks got my fix uh huh
Hungarian chick on my dick uh huh
Suburban white chicks sipping uh
Rum and bourbon got me tripping uh
Where we drop
When we stop
F*cking with no K-pop
Where we pop
What we guap
Sleeping on that J-Rock
Damn who we grieving uh
Music industry bleeding yuh
In the streets j chilling aye
All these people killing damn
F*cking Goth f*cking Brock
F*ck around don't belittle gods
Out the pan back in the wok hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hide it in my f*cking sock aye aye
New York Milly rock hey hey
You a dork hit the stock aye aye
Pull up on your f*cking block hey hey
Gas me up with that glock hey hey
F*cking with yo bit don't stop aye aye
F*cking with yo bit don't stop aye aye
F*cking with yo bit don't stop aye aye
F*cking with yo bit don't stop aye aye
F*ck with yo wrist slit
Silent hills mistress
Run up on your face rip
Pistol whip hand grip
Locked in my room on that goon shit like boondocks
Yes, we on the stroll down the beach hit the red rocks
Dread locks, dead locs, big glocks scare these city folk
Like you dealing dope laying low f*cking foreign hoes
Writer: Ishant Rajoria
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