Song: Vancouver
Year: 2021
Viewed: 41 - Published at: 10 years ago

[Part I]

[Verse: Lungskull]
Yo' ho' on my dick, she doin' the splits
I pop a perc', I eat that shit
I spend a rack on my muhfuckin' fit
I'm makin' money and they makin' shit
Don't wanna talk, and I don't benefit
I crash the whip, I don't got permit
I'm always crying, bitch I wanna quit
I was a killer, I gotta admit
Pull up to yo' house and we start an attack
At the function, dressin' all black
Can't fuck wit' you, I'm smoking you pack
Keep her away, can't have that ho' back
Turn around, he got shot in his back
Got nothing to do, so I just rap
At the mall, I'ma waste all my racks
Fuck that, I don't care about tax

[Verse: Icemop]
She don't want me, yeah, she just want sex
She was at work and on ketamine packs
Talkin', better not lack
Don't give a fuck what you say, it's my life
Bitch [?] one time I get banned
All of this time, [?] off a gram
Tryna [?] and she wasn't playin'
I stay, relaxin'
Talkin', we find where you stay
I don't play, give a fuck 'bout a bag
I run, rush you to the bank
IRS, you ain't finin' me shit
Kill yo' ass, and they wantin' me dead
So many rats, I don't know who to trust
All of my bro's and my hoes like drugs
[Part II]

[Verse: Lungskull]
Yo' ho' on my dick, she doin' the splits
I pop a perc', I eat that shit
I spend a rack on my muhfuckin' fit
I'm makin' money and they makin' shit
Don't wanna talk, and I don't benefit
I crash the whip, I don't got permit
I'm always crying, bitch I wanna quit
I was a killer, I gotta admit
Pull up to yo' house and we start an attack
At the function, dressin' all black
Can't fuck wit' you, I'm smoking you pack
Keep her away, can't have that ho' back
Turn around, he got shot in his back
Got nothing to do, so I just rap
At the mall, I'ma waste all my racks
Fuck that, I don't care about tax

[Verse: Icemop]
She don't want me, yeah, she just want sex
She was at work and on ketamine packs
Talkin', better not lack
Don't give a fuck what you say, it's my life
Bitch [?] one time I get banned
All of this time, [?] off a gram
Tryna [?] and she wasn't playin'
I stay, relaxin'
Talkin', we find where you stay
I don't play, give a fuck 'bout a bag
I run, rush you to the bank
IRS, you ain't finin' me shit
Kill yo' ass, and they wantin' me dead
So many rats, I don't know who to trust
All of my bro's and my hoes like drugs

( Lungskull & Icemop )
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