Teen Spirit Radio Vol. 11 (Original Version)

Lyrics

[Part I: 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 [?] 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 hunnid-K, lil' nigga, stop that lyin' I don't rеally want no beef with y'all lil' niggas, y'all some cops We'll really pull up with thе, "Frrt, frrt, fah," stop that block Stop that talk [?] Ridin' in a Lambo, clear my mind [?] [Bridge] You not the same, 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 [?] 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 II: 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 some' 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 III: 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] [Part IV: 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 [?] 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' famous friend Oh yeah, you can't test me You can't best me 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 V: 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 VI: 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 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