458 gummy st.

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayo, chill, chill, chill, what the fuck (Nah-nah-nah) Lemme do my verse Lemme do my verse One two three, one two three Yeah no fuck that shit Turn that shit up Turn that shit up [Hook] Who the fuck got fake friends? Who the fuck got late 'den? Who the fuck who the fuck? Who the fuck got new rims, who the fuck got new tires? Bitch I'm tired Who the fuck got new friends, who the fuck rep new ends? Who the fuck who the fuck? Who the fuck got new rims? Who the fuck got new tires, bitch I'm tired? [Verse 1] Damn 'imma might run this ho (Woah) But I'm not an athlete though Sporty type bitch, I don't track meet, ho Get to the spot where the taxi doe Yo' bitch chillin' in the backseat hoe Countin' red hundred figures takis tho Pants, wearin' khakis doe you a nasty ho My drip like the backstreet ho! (Backstreet Boys, yuh, yuh okay) Who the fuck dance like that? Who the fuck can't fight back? Who the fuck who the fuck? Who the fuck drip like that (Ah-ah-ah, aye) Evian boy boy no tap Beanie on boy no cap Runnin' nonstop toe snap Rappers need to give my flow back (Yeet) [Verse 2] Damn I shift right, 'cause my art move like Renaissance Bitch you shift left 'cus you a motha' fuckin' question mark And I shift up 'cus I just entered yo' bitch inner parts I be pimp, fuck who be tellin' me I'm really not (Yeah) The money stack up, look like leprechaun Yeah they hate on me before but now I'm silly (Dumb) I got plenty (Thots) I got plenty thoughts Boy be Getting bread you toasted so pick up the crumbs [Hook] Who the fuck got fake friends? Who the fuck got late 'den? Who the fuck who the fuck? Who the fuck got new rims, who the fuck got new tires? Bitch I'm tired Who the fuck got new friends, who the fuck rep new ends? Who the fuck who the fuck? Who the fuck got new rims? Who the fuck got new tired? Bitch I'm tired (Ew) [Verse 3] Yeah I'm tired, but most of y'all sleep J-town yellow skin freak on the mic, sound deep Bitch, I'm the goat you the sheep You just another machine, clone, copy, copy that Baby say my name, but call me Dad Baby, love my aim so I cock it back rock it back Yellow every time like a Rocky hat Babushka, who the fuck knew ya, duck 'Cause I'm playin' hunt with the fuckin' drums no bullets But I be sprayin' like the spit from my fuckin' gums, better fuckin' run Uppercut like I'm MT, faster than the MTR A deadly car, get you straight down to the damn ER LOL, I bet he alright (Wow) Wow, zoom like a 458 (Yeah) Grills on before I ate, fuck lean, can you please pour my grape? Like wow Zoom like a 458 (Yeah) Grills on before I ate, fuck lean, can you please pour my grape (Yeah) [Interlude] You want to be me but I can't tell you all of my secrets, love Waste my time on you on Facetime I can decline, all the free signs, that you gave me (I can decline) I don't understand (I don't understand) Why you movin' sideways all the time You be on the side lanes all the time The world don't see you vibrate when you cry Waste my time on you on Facetime (Oh-oh-oh) I can press that decline (Oh-oh-oh) Waste my time on you on Facetime