pop a wheelie with no hands
backwood if you really 'bout that smoke
only niggas that ain't broke
dance in them jimmy choos
your skin color a bottle of yoo-hoo
case niggas start actin' boof
least she fighter with the moves
i threw that lob like i coulda went to duke
it's just right 'cause she demand
walk it like i talk it in these vans
pop a wheelie with no hands
jewelry cold like one degree
it's gon' fall from a hundred feet
rory don't do nothin' cheap
don't sleep at the double tree
bad bitches run at me like
can you give me somethin' to see?
she gon' go long for the throat
and she all alone on her own
it ain't same type of shit that will get you to crash
pop a wheelie with no hands
i could tell that she a fan
i'm a rock star with no band
can you throw it back on me by chance?
i just walked in with a brand new bitch
rest in peace to lil peep
pop a willy with no hands