Black Limos

Bitch I’m dosed like a athlete
Sick Vic you ain’t never moving past me
Young bitches like Kristie and Ashely
Love giving that ass to me
They suck dick so passionately
I’m raw, 7:30 nothing like you thought you saw
Black cars, phone policies
Get the pound bitch I’ll make you a deposit
I’m off it, lean and kush 'til I cough it
She gon' suck dick 'til she nauseous
This is raw shit, no fall shit
We the realest, northside know they feel this yeah
Ricky Hil bitch I’m higher than Jet Blue
I ain’t the typa motherfucker you step to
That’s you girl, that’s your ex, who?
She can get wet too
She can get f’d too
Uh, yeah
I’m on a couple of them pain pills
Ask any bitch that I fuck, I’m the same still
Just in a different building
Nostra, Ricky Hil, we be killing
And there they go, there they go
Ask me I was running away, uh
There they go, there they go
Ask me I was running away
What you say? what you say?
You don’t gotta say, aw yeah
What you say? what you say?
You don’t gotta say, aw yeah
Running from the motherfucking past days
Bottle full of syrup, and a pocket fulla half A’s
Yellow xannys is that meddy uh Kristina
Give this kid a couple months and I’ll be selling out arenas
And you rappers getting older so the grass is looking greener
Got a budget for my lawyer and like 7 misdemeanors
They waiting up for my new shit, loving it when it do come
You spitting game with your ex bitch
I’m walking out with my new one ah
You smoke kush then roll up your window
That Ben West that Rick Hil, Black Hoodies, No Limos
Eighth of now I’m tripping in my Jays
Shoulda popped a half an
You ain’t even gotta say, West