Himalayas

Lyrics

[Intro] Psh, bitch, huh (Yo, Zwerega, you so icy) Ayy [Verse] Mike Amiri jeans, Dior hat, bitch, I'm drippin' in the latest Brodie hit the Backwood, now he in the Himalayas Tried to run off with a sack, bullet hit him in the anus Thinkin' back when I was broke, now I'm livin' life amazing Pants full of paper, Backwood full of 'za Better not pull up thinkin' we gon' scrap, you will die Bitch keep sayin', "We," told her ain't no you and I Could be celibate, this pape'll make her do a lot If it's up, then it's stuck, ain't no gravity involved Had to make my own plays, they wasn't passin' me the ball I think unky inhumane, he be slappin' off the dog She my favorite head hunter, she get active with the balls Off-White belt lookin' like a jump rope (Damn) Sayin' he a pit, treat him like a pup though Only got the head, your bitch wanna fuck though I don't get my backend, ain't comin' through the front door Blow him like an O, he thought he could duck smoke My bitch tellin' me stay safe, but she know I stunt though Bitch, if you ain't blowin' dick, what the fuck you come for? Bitch, I'm Mr. Do the Most, had to turn my thrust on Life gave me lemons, bitch, I made paper (Yeah) Glock and ARP, I can't stay safer (Yeah) Couldn't do this shit without them naysayers (Yeah) You know hoes gon' be hoes, boy, you can't change her Go to sleep in Versace, wake up, throw some Gucci on How the fuck that's your bitch if my dick what her coochie on? Got a strict dress code, know I gotta throw the tooly on Netflix and chillin' with your bitch, but it ain't no movie on At the scam house, got a hundred jacks stacked up Ain't no seatbelts when we in the whip strapped up In the 'Cat deep, bitches in the back lapped up Gang members only, you ain't that, can't get dapped up Brodie ever fall, you know I'ma pick him back up She ain't get her titties done, but my bitch racked up I done touched a hundred off an MSR and Mac plus Put him in a box, pull up thinkin' he gon' jack us (Boy) Whole gang on, but the tee off (Bitch) Catch an opp, we swingin' sticks, we gon' tee off (Bitch) In Seattle, sack-chasin' like a Seahawk All the opps broke, like, no cap, I couldn't be y'all [Outro] Huh, like, never though You know it's big Dog Shit Militia, I'm the biggest shitter out, they know this shit Boy Yeah