Counterfeit

(アルバム： World Against Me - 2020)

Snoozed

Lotta' racks on me, no counterfeit
Talking shit, you get hit with a blick
Pop a little perc take me outta space real quick
Tell the cops catch up we too quick
Tell my ex bitch, "suck my fucking dick"
I got too damn hard for that bitch
I got two fucking sticks feel like Wick
Margiela, Helmut Lang, on my fit

Hop off a jet then hop in my fucking bag!
Where my chauffeur, tell that nigga come get my bag
Fore' I put the fucking racks on his ass
Have them shooters come eliminate his ass
They don't come in back, until they complete the test
Heard ya ass shit lil boy, I swear that, that shit was too trash
Go get some food, then I record, swear that this shit need a Plaque
Blue benji's, I need some more, I can never get enough that's facts
Play with the money, like sport
We gon' wet that nigga with no remorse
Hop in the rari, hop in a fucking horse
I'm with' the gang, even if I go to the dollar store
Do I got some money?, of course
Lil nigga need a stick, to do his chores
Said you want smoke? Okay, send you to the lord
That Kel-Tec sing like it got some vocal cords

Lotta' racks on me, no counterfeit
Talking shit, you get hit with a blick
Pop a little perc take me outta space real quick
Tell the cops catch up we too quick
Tell my ex bitch, "suck my fucking dick"
I got too damn hard for that bitch
I got two fucking sticks feel like Wick
Margiela, Helmut Lang, on my fit