Burgundy Windbreaker - Retch

Fuck the game up

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These cats talking designer, little nigga, but I’ve been fly

Versace burger with the Ferragamo French fries

It’s I, Gucci milk shake in a bitch face, such a rich taste

I’m moving straight past home and took it to fifth base

Where I pitch base

Make a fiend touch his heels with the back of his neck

Human origami, don’t mind him, he off the Bobby

Give him five and he be begging for more

In my off, I smoke the weed by the shore

The water crashing in, shit is ravishing

And compliment to the cumulus over passing 'em

And take the freshest breath, shit is picturesque

It make me think 'bout moms

Pull out my phone slide to unlock and I send a text

Love you en route to death

And since my phone out, might as well try to get at Steph

She got the nicest breasts, and the cutest tongue

I’m tryna to get acquainted

We kill time through crimes, her feelings manifested

And if you get arrested, I got the bail money

My mans is freebasing H, and it smell funny

Killing my wave, I’m just tryna smoke my pot

And I try to tell 'em chill, but his noggin' like a rock

I’m on the block, Ralph Lauren to my socks

Javelin' jump in the drop, car read me the mission brief

As I’m breaking down this fifty piece

They making off with the coke and some stolen diamonds

On a pimped out ship to the Cayman Islands

Sailor man from the English basin

The indicator blip reveal location

Got my gun and my lasso, stash the blunt in my afro

Look in the mirror press my brows

Key in the ignition, lick my lips, and then we out

Tracker said we headed south

I dirt road it for a quicker route

Pulled off full speed, parallel to the vessel

Telescope embedded in the bezel

And who do I see, Gutierrez with his face in a Ki

So pissed, I almost totaled the V

Road quote on the sign, whiz right through it, left it at nine

Hit the nitrous because I’m running out of time

Tires screeching, took off in the smoke

Drive off of the cliff, land up to the boat

Flip out the whip for a crash landed

And took out nine cats bare handed

Retrieve the coke in a briefcase

Where the diamonds held for keep safe

But I ain’t finished yet, chase Gutierrez to the upper deck

Swing the lasso catch him by the neck

Hogtie 'em in the pretzlette

Piss on 'em for the disrespect

Kick him right in the fucking chest

Then throw him overboard to his death

Like, uh

Throw him overboard to his death, now he’s fish food

(Interlude)

Don’t even write, I spit the message from the dude above

I need the Wi-Fi to do the drugs

It’s getting out of hand, save a hoe and get her out the jam

But let her know I couldn’t be her man

Cause my life is wild, fuck around, I might have a child

I lost my mind when I touched the ounce

But shot a dice abroad, Polo outfit to entice your broad

She sucked my dick and now she living large

And I’m just being modest, look at my face, I’m such a humble guy

For thousand dollars worth of humble pie

I stuffed my face over a equestrian plate

It’s only ten I ever made in the states

I got a set of eight

Spit the pie on the floor and tell the cleaning lady get the mop

And drop some more like «you missed a spot»

She know she need me so she keep quiet

Sleep in the basement and she keep crying

Hear it at night through the floor vent

She old and white, that’s revenge for my foreman

Indentured servant, make it sound good

I’m in your hood with out-of-town goods

I mix the white with the brown goods

Up in the Bay it’s called Belushi

I trade the drugs for the couchie

And she looks good, her mouth don’t got no open sores

I fuck with Ki’s, cause keys always open doors

I’m in the P’s, the building with the pissy floors

It’s Porter, nigga