IMY

Taste the syrup
I'm like pup pour up the cup
Thought you'd be mine yup
New Orleans holly grove back to the cove
Welcomed me with open arms
Go to space and mars
Blowing blue dream chasing cream
Mob money over bitches these niggas
Stuck in lyrical ditches trash and my ex
Pussy on rash that's sad bitch I'm rad
Y'all have guns on COD we got guns in
Real life you could have been my wife
You wanted a strife fuck really thought
You'd be different man on a mission
I dodged a bullet maybe but I wanted you
Tired of being done wrong I have a heart too
All of my hundreds are blue this is art too
Does anybody care about me? Fake my death
Go to Cuba fucked a baddie in Aruba said this before
Did her like a chore pulled her hair while I called her
A whore deeper than the shore water sign love
Is kind remembering the days you were mine
Mighty fine pickup the pen feeling like Ken
No South Park I made my mark now it's
Time to work put 'em in the dirt grandma use to work
On Wirt I love her and my mom hop in a 5.0
And come get lit have fun and go dumb
Felt it in her tummy mouth was on gummy
No teeth when ya suck it I tuck it ride her
Like a bike hit it from the back like a dike
Feeling like Mike hit all of my shots Scorpio
Stealth fuck 12 yeah Eric so top shelf
Working on my fitness and health