
b.w.i.m.f. - scalladosis & lil kori lyrics
[intro: scalladosis]
*coughing*
aw f*ck
i shouldn’t have done that
ayy
[verse 1: scalladosis]
ayy, i put bong water in my faygo
got me slumped as f*ck, man, that’s just how my day go
locked in, b*tch, i be on go like diego
and i’m spittin’ all that heat, call it fuego
ridin’ down the streets in the mercedes with the top down
and then i pull up to yo’ block, i’m finna pop out
he tryna stand tall, lil b*tch, he gon’ get walked down
all up in my zone, there ain’t no way that i’ma stop now
rippin’ the bong, time to soar high like a shootin’ star
i cannot f*ck with your gang, i know just who you are
no strings attached, like i gotta get a new guitar
i keep these b*tches out my sp*ce, i be bootin’ far
have a three way in the backseat, that’s a carpool
you been hatin’ from the start, stop thinkin’ that we are cool
but i know that you just hate ’cause i’m a star, fool
f*ck it, i’ma hit up lil’ shawty sat at the barstool
ayy, i got bong water in my faygo
my pockets fat with all this cheese, queso
automatic with that strap, i got the draco
and you know that b*tch finna bite like a mako
all this f*ckin’ weed, it got me lost in the spatial
black and white diamonds, yeah, my chain interracial
i cum on her face, i make it look like a spa facial
then she get her hair done, now she lookin’ like the rachel
[interlude]
everyone okay? (jesus)
[verse 2: lil kori]
(hmm)
head been hurting all night, i need the weed to calm me down
erb got me sedated, feelin’ like i’m in the rocky mounts
poppin’ out, i’m like a speeding bullet, they can’t stop me now
if need that pack gone, i hit my n*gga charlie brown
i got wireless bars, these n*ggas need verizon (ayy)
weed hit my chest like an uppercut from tyson
n*ggas hear my style and like piranhas, they starting bitin’
but in the end, i’m clockin’ all my rupees like a mayan
i’ma show they ass the proper way to operate a microphone
pass it like a hot potato, rhymes’ll send ya flying home
when i tap this blunt, i’m writin’ rhymes, i’m in my quiet zone
but ltg’ll leave you in the alley, let ya die alone
n*gga talk down on the gang, he know gettin’ smacked (brrah)
i rob banks ’cause being broke, i ain’t into that
i keep whole rounds up in this clip like a boxing match
punch you in the socket and d*ck, your thottie’s boppin’ that
i know yo’ secrets like a book, i been read ya
mad i got the hoes screaming they love me like lil tecca (we love you, tecca)
if it ’bout the fortune, i’m a mothaf*ckin’ teller
ain’t talkin’ wine, we hang yo’ body in the cellar
if scalladosis say slide, then ltg gon’ get it done
feelin’ like the simpsons, i’ma pull a f*ckin’ hit and run
you n*ggas addicted to s*m*n so keep on sniffin’ cum
while me, i’m gettin’ funds, not in yo’ top five, you missin’ one
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