PERFECT CELL
Burnout Boyz we comin' clutch
I swear my gang is tight as fuck
Skrt off in that RX7 go head turn the system up
Hop the fuck up off my nut's dont worry bout what's all in my cup
Tatted head to toe but they still let me in the country club
Ooo weeee, roll another Loose Leaf
Strawberry banana dream
Bathin Ape and Ice Creams
I swear to god
All that I need
A back rub and me some weed
A pack of Polo white tees
I really ain' too hard to please
Can't help that all my IG post look like the cover of a mixtape
One wheel at a time lil' bro you cannot let that shit scrape
Bussed down the date just
Can't nobody play wit' us
All my homies stayed down so everyone of my homies came up
Yeah yeen really doin' shit bro y'all jus talk alot
Talkin' bout emptyin' out the clip but ain' nobody know on what block
Ween eeen seen you push a zip lil' boy you ain' really got no guap
I walked in like Richie Rich and when the light hit me my wrist pop
When the bands hit her my bitch drop
When the opps talkin' my glock pop
Tickets drop
It's a line goin from the box office all around the block
Goin' Cell Saga Gohan
Wit' a bad Lindsey like Lohan
Wit' some purple weed we could smoke on
Fillin' like Durk wit' a red Moncler coat on, I'm ill
Shakin' up the champagne bro we let it spill
Them Burnout Boys is takin' every dolla out the til
I Microsoft the game bitch you know that I Excell
I stepped up in this bitch I'm feelin' like I'm Perfect Cell