I done got my ticket now im sleeping out in New York
Shitting on these rappers dreams I see em Freddy Krueger
When I shoot my shots I shoot my words hit like a ruger
I done quit the job and dodge that school like Ferris Bueller
Can't wait, I gotta vacate, party had closed down
And I brought the gas down, got orange hairs in the kush
I'm blowing soundclouds, you looking dead weight
Look at me sideways, you know I eat hate
I got a full plate, I'll bring a second around
Fire they hosing me down, people are slowing me down
Loud keep on blocking em out,
I guess I'm buying an ounce
Up, **** it, I'm buying a pound
Keep it around,
I never drive but all of these gas prices are
Cleaning me out, Skrt, skrt, in a Gucci cloak
Girl in Fendi fur, look at her
She want Toronto's touch, She feel like the spurs
Oh my word, pipe it down, for the 6, she 9'd it first
She Manhattan with the top, 2009 with the jerk, yeah
I said like not again, oh my god I'm lit
Oh my god I'm lit, I'm off the shits
I got stupid fits, and some Gucci kicks
Its **** em then, I don't need no friends
They can suck my ****, I'm going in
I can't hold this in, want it all, I said like 2-2-3
Like can you end this please
Like how'd I get this key
Like why did it choose me,
But look like man I feel like drado
Poppin like a draco, and I'm in the 6 dog
Cream soda faygo
I done got my ticket now I'm sleeping out in New York
Shitting on these rappers dreams I see em Freddy Krueger
When I shoot my shots I shoot my words hit like a ruger
I done quit the job and dodge that school like Ferris Bueller
I done got my ticket now I'm sleeping out in New York
Shitting on these rappers dreams I see em Freddy Krueger
When I shoot my shots I shoot my words hit like a ruger
I done quit the job and dodge that school like Ferris Bueller