nice bylil sk8

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

 

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch

Haashs, wale folarin, ballin in case you didn’t knew

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frown

eJdu sutp otnhanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

The speed of a cheetah, with extremely brief leaps i stampede t

hAen da reevnear,ything after nautilus ain't a beat

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Sign a cd but right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Hopin it was just a prank as i'm lost in these beats, please god help me in this time of defeat

Logging onto instagram i have a new comment on my pic, it says 218 why do you torment, me, delete,

1 hit k.o critical cutting lines like there surgical a story of hearing a rapper beat

nigga

And i pull my trigger