run up on him with a stick
i don't do it for the fame
run up on him with the banger
no one could tell me i owe 'em shit
what's on your hip? that's some rick owens shit
is what i got sittin' up on her
she know i don't need her
i'm sippin' out the new two liter
sittin' in the vert with a eater
but we sittin' inside the two seater
so i just had to swap out that coupe for a beamer