Letras

Yo, somebody pass me a sip of that water
(T'ah, this got me on that Tyler, Sir Buadelaire shit)
My throat kinda dry
Percocets, molly percocets
(Cookie crumbs in the rolls!)
Mask off, fuck it mask off, t'ah
(Feed myself with this flow, feed myself with this flow)
Yuh, aye
Feed myself with the flow
Every normal motherfucker with a brain will put down the gun and go
I'ma keep sampling shit until the money is slow
Better than bussing tables only to see one zero up on the paycheck
They hate to see us make bread
The thought of having kids made me wanna use a Latex
I guess that didn't stop me, I just got an "I am late" text (aw, fuck!)
Blocked the bitch 'cause I'm not with that, like the Cobra, Andrew Tate, next
They hate to see a man like me winnin,' stars in the ceilin'
Taking every chance I get for the dough so I can spend it
I know she fell in love but commitment is not my end goal
So when you see me in public, say hi to my essentials
Triple zerø definition:
Zero limits on speech (SAYWHATEVER)
Zero limits on opportunity (DOWHATEVER)
Zero things stopping you from achieving greatness (FUCKEVERYTHING)
Say that again, bro, say that again?
(Bro, we finna get his ass internationally take-)
Written by: Frank Booth III, Seth Bishop
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