you never lied king hepta we're humbled by your presence itt!
Album back on AM
wait
https://www.reddit.com/r/GoodAssSub/comments/18ii2nz/appears_as_some_songs_are_already_on_apple_music/
Fun fact: This very thing happening on the Donda pre-load is what began the Ban Kr0niic movement.
that bump j vulture track f***in s***
All eyes is on me
Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
Don't cry for me
(This Chicago, nigga)
(I want some Juice)
I don't have no rapper friends, I hang with the vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over
Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert
Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster
LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt
We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first
I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her
Yeah-yeah, outta here, your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her
I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"
Hottest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth
We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first
I put in my own work, better do your homework
I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring
What, you gon' charge that old man for that p****? Girl, don't hurt me (this Chicago, nigga)
Three gang leaders with me, all times
I don't know who I f***ed last night, I got Alzheimer's
I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin'
Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine
Runnin' hooligan, and we with the foolishness
How I'm anti-Semitic? I just f***ed a Jewish b****
I just f***ed Scooter's b**** and we ran up like Olympics
Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?
Whose baby is it?
My niggas puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches
This ain't Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions
This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches
She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
With the trenches, precious, with the trenches
F*** it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist
With the trenches, I've been livin' reckless
I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas (with the trenches)
Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend
Boys, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Skinny pimp flow, tell a ho "No, I don't wanna f***"
She can suck-suck-suck it, 'til she suck it dry
California nigga with some European freaks
Bad-ass b**** from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me
Stick on me, even though I got security
Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously
Soon as I get back, tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys
Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah
Ayy, shoutout to my symphony, 9th Ave, spaced out
We beat that s*** so differently and brilliantly
Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we both YG
Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly
Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Cool
My nigga, that's D.R.U.G.S.
She snottin' that P out that D
She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh
She Russian, I beat up the p**** for Ukraine
Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
Just saw my ex, and she told me that "You changed", yeah, yeah, yeah
Lotta them rappers be f***in' it up
Still screamin' "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
F*** the police, the DA, and the judge
Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug
Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do d****
Can't be my main if we met in the club
Give me somethin', b****, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna f***
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Give me somethin', b****, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna f***
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Fun fact: This very thing happening on the Donda pre-load is what began the Ban Kr0niic movement.
ban kronic.

is this a @frenchpress alt
me? no im just autistic as s***
same question applies
Ye should sample this
LMFAOOO I FORGOT AB THIS
I just wanna pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Please, obey that, don't delay that, my lil' wild eye
Been a shy guy all of my life, we should change that
All eyes is on me
Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
Don't cry for me
(This Chicago, nigga)
(I want some Juice)
I don't have no rapper friends, I hang with the vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over
Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert
Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster
LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt
We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first
I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her
Yeah-yeah, outta here, your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her
I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"
Hottest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth
We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first
I put in my own work, better do your homework
I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring
What, you gon' charge that old man for that p****? Girl, don't hurt me (this Chicago, nigga)
Three gang leaders with me, all times
I don't know who I f***ed last night, I got Alzheimer's
I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin'
Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine
Runnin' hooligan, and we with the foolishness
How I'm anti-Semitic? I just f***ed a Jewish b****
I just f***ed Scooter's b**** and we ran up like Olympics
Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?
Whose baby is it?
My niggas puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches
This ain't Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions
This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches
She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
With the trenches, precious, with the trenches
F*** it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist
With the trenches, I've been livin' reckless
I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas (with the trenches)
Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend
Boys, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Skinny pimp flow, tell a ho "No, I don't wanna f***"
She can suck-suck-suck it, 'til she suck it dry
California nigga with some European freaks
Bad-ass b**** from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me
Stick on me, even though I got security
Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously
Soon as I get back, tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys
Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah
Ayy, shoutout to my symphony, 9th Ave, spaced out
We beat that s*** so differently and brilliantly
Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we both YG
Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly
Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Cool
My nigga, that's D.R.U.G.S.
She snottin' that P out that D
She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh
She Russian, I beat up the p**** for Ukraine
Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
Just saw my ex, and she told me that "You changed", yeah, yeah, yeah
Lotta them rappers be f***in' it up
Still screamin' "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
F*** the police, the DA, and the judge
Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug
Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do d****
Can't be my main if we met in the club
Give me somethin', b****, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna f***
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Give me somethin', b****, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna f***
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
that ye verse in the trenches
no idk who that is unfortunately


