Teen Spirit Radio Vol. 11

Lyrics

[Part I: Bout It] [Intro] Yeah Yeah You are now listening to Teen Spirit Radio Uh, uh, u-uh [Chorus] Bitch, you know I'm 'bout it ('Bout it) Pull up in big body, she wan' feel up on my body (Body) All I want codeine, that lean, no fucking gin, that tonic [?] she act like she don't know nobody Now my section's too damn big, she cannot get inside it [Verse] Yeah, that's my dago bitch Got too much bread like bagel, bitch I move past straight through Waco, bitch Shit, I want that Benz in mayo The seats, they came in ketchup All this syrup in my Faygo I don't fit in like Tetris I'm like, "Catch up" I swear that my bitch pussy the best, yeah I smoke gas and can't breathe until next year Damn, I'm at the bank again Damn, I'm sippin' drank again And I fucked yo' fakest friend Oh yеah, you can't test me You can't best mе Got a round clip, shootin' shit 'til next week Oh yeah, come and find me, uh Got a double trigger on this bitch, I leave him Siamese [Part II: Bannished] [Intro] Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank Haha-haha-haha-haha-ha [Verse] Nothin' but shooters, we comin' to get it We leave him bloody if we come in ya city Hop out in Chargers, we gettin' in to it Trapping in broad day, you know what we doin' (Yeah, yeah) Them diamonds'll dance Abracadabra, I sent it to Kansas I got the load, that's my advantage He crossed the gang, then he got banished (Yeah, yeah) The bitches, they twerking, uh Diamonds, they new like virgins I just got geeked all on purple Is that him? Shit, I'm not certain Cut the lights, creep, now we lurking I'on think he know we gon' hurt him Roll the windows, what you working? He run out, he subway-surfing I won't talk, girl, give me brain, ho Know I'm hot, bitch think I'm Maino Made my own plays just like Play-Doh I need two shots, took his brain off Balenci', I step And I got up my green, my things, and wealth Got up my beams with teams and letters Off of this drank, I'm seein' myself [Outro] Seein' myself Seein' myself Off of this drank, I'm seein' myself Got up my beams, my team, myself I'm finna bleed this green myself Seein' myself Got up my beams, my team, myself Got up my green, my things, and wealth (This is [?] and you're now listening to Teen Spirit Radio) (Thank you, GUCCI-woo) [Part III: Socrates] [Intro] You don't feel no shame, just admit it You don't feel no shame when you did it [Chorus] You don't feel no shame, just admit it I shoulda known you would've switched up in a minute I don't wanna play yo' game Tryna get the time these bitches took away Lil' baby goin' down like the economy And myself the only one that's probably stoppin' me I tried to talk to you and give you my philosophy You think I'm lying, baby, treat me like I'm Socrates [Verse] Baby a trophy, yeah, you one of my accomplishments If I ain't have this shit, I wonder if you'd have my back I know they hating, they go blind when I show 'em facts I'm stayin' patient, I'm gon' grind and make paper stack The .44 the club, no CÎROC, I pour all the mud I make this chopper stutter-stutter just like Elmer Fudd Man, I'm so used to pain You can't even treat me like I'm normal, I forgot yo' name Me and my niggas don't wear formal but we got Prada frames You hot, but boy, I'm blazin', hope you know that's not the same The same story, switched the page, I had no pot to piss in But now I'm Colorado, Rockyvale, or fuckin' Aspen That boy a fuckin' trash can, turn him to a fuckin' has-been [Part IV: Red Button Freestyle] [Intro] Yes Uh-uh You are now listening to Teen Spirit Radio on Power 98 Uh-uh Thank you, GUCCI-woo [Verse] Who my adversary? Promise it get very scary Always getting cold, I turn that bitch to January I swear these niggas act like bitches, shout out Tyler Perry And you gon' make me close my hand if you keep actin' petty I'm the near future, I'm the inspiration Told that boy to get more goons, the last one hesitated How they let me in this bitch, I had no reservation Swear to god that y'all can't feel me, I'm on masturbation I waited way too long for anyone to hear me out I treat her like your song, I listen once and turn her down Young fellow, sad story, you can hold the cello Wrist rocky, gettin' cocky, you should tell Geppetto Puppet master, seen cracks that disappear, disaster Jaw wired, still a lion, I feel pure desire Right in science, I see no one that will sit beside me Now I sit inside this club with all this shit beside me And if I tell you live your life, would you go live without me? Why the fuck we all in Paris and yo' lip still pouting? I'm still solvin' all yo' problems, waitin' on you to grow And I think it's time to cut you off like cuticles I'm— [Part V: All On One] [Intro] You are now listening to Teen Spirit Radio on Power 98 Thank you, GUCCI-woo [Verse] I'm on the top floor, lord It's liquor in the mouth Your friends wanna participate, it's time to take 'em out Come on, we all on one Them bitches wanna party I try to catch some time, my feelings tryna start shit She on molly I'm tryna feel on her, touch on that bitch, you know I love her body Think I need to take a big Xan', I'm tryna forget my problems Walk in the club with big bands and I know them bitches eyein' I'm tryna get some head, baby, I'm like, "How good is yo' noggin?" Pop a lil' Perc' and I'm flyin' I hop in the coupe and I know that I'm drivin' Niggas be hatin', wanna see me dead just like pariahs You know I'm just tryna get beside her, do pilates Walk outside, I'm fresh as fuck, bitch, I know they all saw me This lil' bitch too solid, I'm tryna see what— what's her mind is I'm gon' see a topic, I'm gon' [?] Get behind it, hit a wheelie, they like Kawasakis I'm intoxicated, prolly, baby know I'm high Baby know I'm fly, bird, sky Slatt, think these niggas finna try, we gon' carry 'em out Blatt, work outside the trap with bags like Chinese carry-out Hit that bitch friend at the [?], I feel like Barry Bonds [Part VI: hot in the booth] [Intro] Yeah (I got you, corey) Yeah-yeah Yeah (A-A-A-Aevy music) (A—, Aevy mus—) [Chorus] Bitch, it's hot in the booth, huh Nigga, I'm tellin' the truth I got some troopers, they ready to shoot I got some monkeys in back of the coupe, huh We like some rats and bears And I ain't toxic, shit is not fair, uh I'ma get high, I won't care I'ma get high, I'ma fuck on a mayor [Verse 1] I'ma get high like the fair I'm in this bitch wearing shit you don't wear Tough nigga think he all that, but, these bullets, they gon' tear I gotta hit that bitch from the back 'cause her face is not there You ain't even see no hundred K, lil' nigga, stop that lyin' I don't really want no beef with y'all lil' niggas, y'all some cops We'll really pull up with the, "Frrt, frrt, fah," stop that block, uh Stop that talk [?] Ridin' in a Lambo, clear my mind Me and you ain't the same, yo' kind is not the same [Bridge] As me I swear you not the same, as we My bitch go insane, on me I'ma pay that pay, for lean [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah, for lean, I want lean She wanna fuck me, I want some lean I got on Gucci, I'm on that Kapital, my niggas wrappin' up, pure the fiend Yeah, we got the thing on us [?] the stars is angel dust Pussy so good like I'm made for her None of you niggas made me I put a stack on his head, look like LEGOs, I build on that boy like JAY-Z Boy, I'm different Bitch, I'm a enemy in my lil' city I put a dot on his head like a titty Hit that ho from the back when I'm pullin' her Remy I done ran through a half a milli' with no stimmy [Chorus] Bitch, it's hot in the booth, huh Nigga, I'm tellin' the truth I got some troopers, they ready to shoot I got some monkeys in back of the coupe, huh We like some rats and bears And I ain't toxic, shit is not fair, uh I'ma get high, I won't care I'ma get high, I'ma fuck on a mayor [Part VII: Ridiculous] [Intro] Yeah Uh Yeah-yeah-yeah (Ryno) Prosperity Yeah, nigga Livin' in diamonds, it's a party there Ayy [Chorus] Credit card swipe, yeah, my face good Niggas can't go to they hood They can't get it all, they gon' fake somethin' Me and my niggas take some I heard it all, it's gettin' ridiculous They reminiscin' 'bout the stimulus I want it all, I don't play no victim shit I'm the one that judge was sentencin' Call my goonies, yeah, I'm sendin' 'em Put it on, I invented it Feel amazing when I'm spendin' it I just need love, genuine [Verse] 'Cause you know I'm goin' through it And lil' baby skin cinnamon Watch out 'cause it's gettin' venomous I ain't never want no VETEMENTS Balenciaga on my brethren [?] You a real wild girl, I been tryna keep up, you ain't never land I been across the world, but you a one-of-one, you like my letterman I'm shittin' on niggas, I'm something they never been They know that BBG heaven-sent I walk on water with fire, they ain't even know my niggas, they meddling I'm laughin' at niggas embarrassed And she wanna fuck me, her friend comparin' it Way I ball, yeah, that shit, man, that shit not fair All that sauce I got, I know why these people starin' I'ma make it in this year Niggas hate me but I don't care Say you want smoke, I'm there I'ma roll his fat-ass down that hill Boy, don't kill my vibe, yo' mama might meet you in a box If he look at me wrong, my gang just might air him out (Ayy) [Part VIII: Pink Runtz] [Intro] You are now listening to Teen Spirit Radio on Power 98 Thank you, GUCCI-woo [Chorus] Shawty call my phone, mad about some hoes I don't even know, that's why I won't go That way, yeah, I won't, I'll go to the show, yeah Pull up smokin' skunk (That skunk), I won't smoke no rolls (No rolls) Ayy, I don't smoke no Pink Runtz (I don't smoke no Pink Runtz) I don't smoke no Pink Runtz (I don't smoke no Pink Runtz) I fucked the ho at least once (Shit, at least once) I swear she had a sweet cunt [Verse] We in the field We turn Beverly into Jurassic Hills I'm on Rodeo and we poppin' pills Astronaut swag, I'm on stars and I get back in my bag Yeah, he lame as fuck, he ain't poppin' no tags Rick Owen Got a .30, yeah, the dick on it You ain't really with yo' big homie He ain't really got shit on me He really get shit on Blade on me like Michonne Sing it to her like Trey Songz [?] I take a trip to Rio I take a trip to Rio (Rio) Big blunt like burrito I done fucked on a freak ho, yeah (Yeah) Tryna turn it to a freak show now [Chorus] Shawty call my phone, mad about some hoes I don't even know, that's why I won't go That way, yeah, I won't, I'll go to the show, yeah Pull up smokin' skunk (That skunk), I won't smoke no rolls (No rolls) Uh, ayy, I don't smoke no Pink Runtz (I don't smoke no Pink Runtz) I don't smoke no Pink Runtz (I don't smoke no Pink Runtz) I fucked the ho at least once (Shit, at least once) I swear she had a sweet cunt [Instrumental Outro]