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Rockin' rick owen, i'm stylish
I'm higher than a pilot
I don't check no prices
Yeah, i just fuckin' buy it
I don't need no stylist
So much drip, i be flyin'
I want me the cayenne
Might just go paint the (?...)
{verse 1: +bless+}
Woah, shout out luhsaiyan
Fuck yo' whole gang, we don't care 'bout what you sayin'
If i roll up with this draco, i'ma get to sprayin'
If you talkin' shit, then i leave you where you layin'
I done levelled up, bitch, i'm goin super saiyan
Woah, bitch, i buy whatever i desire
I feel like i'm ken carson, a liar and a flyer
Hop inside this yota, burn the rubber off the tires
This choppa i'ma load up, you could get hit with this fire
Woah, all these perkys got mе slow
Woah, i might pull up in a ghost
Woah, time to get up in my mode
Woah, pushin' nail up on my toеs
Yeah, yeah, chanelly
Yeah, yeah, nut on her belly
Yeah, yeah, me and my dogs 4l-y
Yeah (hoo)
{chorus: +bless+}
Rockin' rick owen, i'm stylish
I'm higher than a pilot
I don't check no prices
Yeah, i just fuckin' buy it
I don't need no stylist
So much drip, i be flyin'
I want me the cayenne
I might just paint the (?...)
{verse 2: luhsaiyan}
Woah, she gon' fuck me, scream my name
We just takin' these drugs, we feelin' the same, woah
Pop that perc, yeah, i go insane
Fuck that sex, i want that brain
Woah, fuck it, we gon' run that train
Fuck it, we gon' shoot that boy today
Leave no evidence, we don't get caught today
Hop in the coupe, we fleein' the scene
Got that choppa, i'm lettin' it sing
Get to the money, i get to that k
Don't be talkin' out all of that shit, just sit on my face
I'm takin' that drug, i'm feelin' that race
I'm sayin' fuck that pain
All of my bows, they came from hell, they shootin' that flame
He not in my reign, that's why he choosin' that flame
I'm shootin' at (?...), i'm shootin' that fade away
She come up my way, i'm fuckin' her face
I told her to shut up, okay (yeah)
{chorus: +bless+}
Rockin' rick owen, i'm stylish
I'm higher than a pilot
I don't check no prices
Yeah, i just fuckin' buy it
I don't need no stylist
So much drip, i be flyin'
I want me the cayenne
I might just paint the (?...)
{outro: +bless+}
(ay, geo got the bands, huh?) woo-hoo
{chorus: +bless+}
Rockin' rick owen, i'm stylish
I'm higher than a pilot
I don't check no prices
Yeah, i just fuckin' buy it
I don't need no stylist
So much drip, i be flyin'
I want me the cayenne
Might just go paint the (?...)
{verse 1: +bless+}
Woah, shout out luhsaiyan
Fuck yo' whole gang, we don't care 'bout what you sayin'
If i roll up with this draco, i'ma get to sprayin'
If you talkin' shit, then i leave you where you layin'
I done levelled up, bitch, i'm goin super saiyan
Woah, bitch, i buy whatever i desire
I feel like i'm ken carson, a liar and a flyer
Hop inside this yota, burn the rubber off the tires
This choppa i'ma load up, you could get hit with this fire
Woah, all these perkys got mе slow
Woah, i might pull up in a ghost
Woah, time to get up in my mode
Woah, pushin' nail up on my toеs
Yeah, yeah, chanelly
Yeah, yeah, nut on her belly
Yeah, yeah, me and my dogs 4l-y
Yeah (hoo)
{chorus: +bless+}
Rockin' rick owen, i'm stylish
I'm higher than a pilot
I don't check no prices
Yeah, i just fuckin' buy it
I don't need no stylist
So much drip, i be flyin'
I want me the cayenne
I might just paint the (?...)
{verse 2: luhsaiyan}
Woah, she gon' fuck me, scream my name
We just takin' these drugs, we feelin' the same, woah
Pop that perc, yeah, i go insane
Fuck that sex, i want that brain
Woah, fuck it, we gon' run that train
Fuck it, we gon' shoot that boy today
Leave no evidence, we don't get caught today
Hop in the coupe, we fleein' the scene
Got that choppa, i'm lettin' it sing
Get to the money, i get to that k
Don't be talkin' out all of that shit, just sit on my face
I'm takin' that drug, i'm feelin' that race
I'm sayin' fuck that pain
All of my bows, they came from hell, they shootin' that flame
He not in my reign, that's why he choosin' that flame
I'm shootin' at (?...), i'm shootin' that fade away
She come up my way, i'm fuckin' her face
I told her to shut up, okay (yeah)
{chorus: +bless+}
Rockin' rick owen, i'm stylish
I'm higher than a pilot
I don't check no prices
Yeah, i just fuckin' buy it
I don't need no stylist
So much drip, i be flyin'
I want me the cayenne
I might just paint the (?...)
{outro: +bless+}
(ay, geo got the bands, huh?) woo-hoo
