Requiem in D Minor, K. 626: VIII. Lacrimosa - Nikolaus Harnoncourt & Vienna Philharmonic

Ridin fo way in the center console Console Police jump behind me Hear this monster Monster Fucked up my sack I'm goin bonkers Bonkers They wanna rob us So we keep dem choppas Choppas I got too much drip I'm coming proper Proper Yo bitch all on me Ima Knock her Knock her Who am I To try to stop her Stop her She tryna spin the kid Like Helicopters Helicopters Feel like Jose Ridin wit this fo way Nigga i aint want cha bitch No way I'm sipping on red I'm sipping on yellow My shooters Get green lights Ok I'm shooting like Zach When I get the pack Nigga you know I keep 4k I fuck up that sack I get it right back Pockets grow back like rogaine I'm In the mall crashing Bitch tryna spend all her taxes Lean got me slow So im lagging Catch you Aint giving no passes Lil bitch Tryna nag me Want me to buy Titties and asses Oh think I'm one of them rappers Bitch i still got 2 trappers Bitch I pull up in raptors Bitch F150s and magnums My niggas get sr8ts And re tagg em We just keep going They flag us I fuck with Finessing lil bastard Just tryna Collect like the pastor Remember them days I aint have work I had to sell a geek plaster Tryna get parts Like im Napa We cooking fishscale Aint no macrol Phones throwaway Case they tap em Send a sell And I crack em Thirty eight five When I pack em Dont wanna pay it We crash em See detectectives roll pass us But they dont know Where we stash em Ridin fo way in the center console Console Police jump behind me Hear this monster Monster Fucked up my sack I'm goin bonkers Bonkers They wanna rob us So we keep dem choppas Choppas I got too much drip I'm coming proper Proper Yo bitch all on me Ima Knock her Knock her Who am I To try to stop her Stop her She tryna spin the kid Like Helicopters Helicopters Dis drip got me draped In thousand dollars garments I be Shannon sharpe bitch Step right over a hoe Like a spill on carpet I'm heartless These niggas all Cap Large Print Hunnids wit da large print I mean the large Ben I be stackin dead men I'm a mortician Niggas say they getting to it Iont see it Got me squinting Like I got poor vision I'm your bitch future Nigga Your Pippen Who am I To try to stop her She belong to the streets Eat dis dick Like a fuckin whopper I'm in love wit her cheeks I need Help Icebox Where my heart use to be I pray it never melt Look at these niggas Like Gronk How they running wit twelve Blew thru that Lil trump twelve Got my bitch Thumbing thru it Til she break her nails Peep the paper trail Ridin fo way in the center console Console Police jump behind me Hear this monster Monster Fucked up my sack I'm goin bonkers Bonkers They wanna rob us So we keep dem choppas Choppas I got too much drip I'm coming proper Proper Yo bitch all on me Ima Knock her Knock her Who am I To try to stop her Stop her She tryna spin the kid Like Helicopters Helicopters

If imma nine in the waistline It's ten to the finish line All that, Amanda Bynes Flows wet, melon rind And a bag of chips, cause I'm stacking mine Get in your lane, better stay in the lines Don't gotta clue, well here's a sign I'm Virgo Sun, I'm a Gemini Moon I don't tweet the birds, this ain't Looney Toons But I'll speed past ya like meep meep I run the roads, and I run the streets And I'll stomp your heart out with some fresh cleats Don't treat me like I'm some fresh meat Cause I'm tofu Drinking my soju In my dojo This mojo You can't sand it down Can't ever be a clown But if it's IT you want I'll buy you red balloons You're a sewer rat, but you'll float too Inspector gadget, better get a clue All up in my bizz, you about my Buzz Cause you ain't nothing but a toy And I've been a man, you ain't nothing but a boy, Pinocchio Cause I'm muva, fairy god first John and Debbie, fairly odd first Drag the kids like Mimi Im first Body tracks and put 'em in a hearse Been a nine in the waistline, a ten in the face Now I got the tools to get to first place Never fall, like a rake Screw the beef like a steak Stay high like I'm baked Keep left, cause I'm quick Keep left, cause I'm right Showdown work in the light Bringing everything to life Call me 22, like I'm 33 That's a nicky for a rife Keep it pushing with some strife I am, sticky for life, uhh