SK Mclaren Solo Track~~> So gotta get this bread boy, I’m all about the pesos, shout out lil mosey for this blueberry faygo, bag a little sweety, now I’m feeling like I’m Quavo, bad ass bitch, shaking ass on the table gave her dick, hit the ride I’m ungrateful, bitch I’m hella hungry, cook it up, need a plateful Shawty didn’t like my songs now she’s dancing to the beat, no she can’t forget my words shawty got me on repeat, Feeling like labron back when he was on the heat drive slow, lean back like I’m fat Joe, we keep the bottles all night so the jack cold, trucks sitting high, with the clouds in my eyes, no drama wanted, we just wanna vibe rn, get high rn, look kinda dirty from the good will, shirt cost a buck but the belts real, smoking good luck in that clover field, then we pealed off like banana peals, you won’t be shit that’s what they said, you can eat a dick that’s what I said, I can never be another has been stretch this money like elastic I’m cappen, when I’m off the gas I see dead faces laughing swerving in the car and my girl thick like tragic (poof no roof top gone like magic) imma hit from the back I wanna hear you sing like (bada bing bada boom bada bing bing) swerving pressing buttons in the foreign, I don’t like to fuck with her cuz she boring, imma hit bust a nut then I’m snoring, they be hatin cuz bros is important, this is the life that ik, on the road doing shows, turnt up with my bros, don’t trust these hoes, got drip on my clothes, and I won’t smoke all the dope, cuz that’s all ik, bitches hating on him cuz he started out here locally, hopefully I’ll be at the top soon, for now I’m at my house on the couch watching cartoons, you know how much you love it when you get it in a abundance, give a fuck about a budget when you always be the subject at a discussion, but it’s nothing, when you stop and say (fuck it) ain’t no talking got that bitch blowing up my phone cuz she’s tweaking I pipe that bitch down now she leaking This train is irreversible been feeling so merciful going downhill on the front line ain’t no looking back for those dumb hoes let them blow let them choke let em go, ain’t no taking back, look kinda dirty from the good will, shirt cost a buck but the belts real, smoking good luck in that clover field, then we pealed off like banana peals, you won’t be shit that’s what they said, you can eat a dick that’s what I said, I can never be another has been stretch this money like elastic I’m cappen, when I’m off the gas I see dead faces laughing swerving in the car and my girl thick like tragic (poof no rooftop gone like magic)