Al.divino - Fxckxroxnd

{Verse}
What can I say that ain't already been said? (Huh?)
Hen' to the head
Y'all don't know the half (Y'all don't know)
I was down bad (Down bad)
Had to start all over again and go this cash (Chi-ching!)
One thing is sure, you know I'm 'bout a bag, boy (You know that though!)
You a bitch, talkin' like a walkin' tabloid (You a bitch)
We ain't hittin' none of that (None of that)
Fiend look just like Dan Aykroyd
Fell out in the spot once he hit the asteroid (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Ayy, we runnin' up them numbers now
Couple thou' 'fore the sun come up (Dough!)
Gun in my Nuptse 700 bubble down (Blow-blow-blow, blow, blow)
Fentanyl Nesquick cut, bundle the gram (Ay!)
Flood your town like typhoon
Vino do more than double up, we double down (Ya, triple that shit, you heard?)
For real, whoop ya to the storе, you duckin' 'round (Bing-bing-bing, bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing)
Fuck around with the fuck arounds (Fuck around, son, you heard?)
Fuck around with the fuck arounds, son (KnahImеan?)
Yeah