Churn

Lyrics

[Intro] (1964) [Verse] Let me let the beat breathe They sleep on me, ZZZ Keep it player, I've been keepin' it P I can just do this shit in my sleep She take her vitamins, her vitamin D VVS like the Sun Capri I need my bands right now, capeesh? Big dog and I'm off the leash That's my name on the motherfuckin' lease That's my car, that's the name on them keys Skrrt off and (Skrrt) you can hear the damn screech (Skrrt) Lil' bruh, (Skrrt) I just want the peace Just want the money, the green Want the same love for my team I'll put a nigga on and that's guaranteed Feel like a dope boy in whitе T's All that foreplay, that bitch a tease Need a big ass chain likе Alicia Keys Walk in the store, they say take off my ski Yeah, smokin' on all type of herbs Fuck school, nigga, Phineas and Ferb Wake up in the morning, birds gon' chirp Bitches on my phone, I don't want to flirt That bitch really get on my nerves Louie bag, no, this shit not a purse Foreign cars, I ain't goin' in a hearse Pull up Lambo, and I'm leavin' them hurt Get high, bitch, I'm smokin' on purp' I got the mob ties, so don't get your ass (Shhh) Like, fuck it, put in the dirt If you scared, take your bitch ass to work Throw a four, man, I'm right on the turf Chains on, baby, yeah come and surf I don't care who the fuck did it first If she could cook, yeah, that's a perk Smokin' dope, I ain't doin' no Percs Be thankful 'cause this shit can be worse Look like her BBL finna burst See 12, throw that bitch in reverse Pull up restaurant, the table's reserved If you broke, then I'm kinda disturbed That high speed in my car got [?] Hear my song, then you better hit the jerk If you broke, then I don't got no words Designer shoes, I don't do the Converse Sit back and I look and observe Do a show for a [?] She burnt out, she can't get unburned Lil' baby, lil' bitch, it's my turn Hol' on, let me switch lanes and turn [?] the police, yeah, they hidin' their [?] You a lil' boy and I don't pay your churn (Go, go, go, go) (Go)