8.5 Lyrics

Bro I ain't off no mothafuckin' percs

I'm off a protein shake right now bruh fuck you

What's it called um

I don't know what to say man I'm fucking sad

Racks on me, ain't talking bout tennis

I'm fucking you bitch like I'm Dennis The Menace

Draco on me it shoot til you finish

Yo bitch on my line, now we heading to Venice

Riding around town in a 8.5, that girl ain't that bad

I'm still grabbing her thigh

He said that he hard you know that's a lie

I'm tracking him down now he high in the sky

His moods be swinging, you know that he don't

I'm fucking yo bitch and I be in her throat

AK on me it come with the scope

He wanted to fight, now you know he a ghost

Hit up his homies, you know they 'gon post

I went to the spot and I feel like the host

Dick in yo bitch, you know ima boast

The bitch looking musty I might have to ghost

Mask on me, ain't talking about scream

They say ima feign but he wanted the smoke

They say I'm mean just like Halloween

They feeling my beam but they still wanna go

I'm making him dream, I'm making him scream

I'll spin on his block and I'll drop him real low

Racks on me, ain't talking bout tennis

I'm fucking yo bitch like I'm Dennis The Menace

Draco on me it shoot til you finish

Yo bitch on my line, now we heading to Venice

Riding around town in a 8.5, that girl ain't that bad

I'm still grabbing her thigh

He said that he hard you know that's a lie

I'm tracking him down now he high in the sky

High in the sky, I feel like I'm fly

Beretta on me, shoot 5 in the eye

Stacks on me, I feel like the guy

Ain't spending this shit cause my savings don't lie

This girl ain't bad, I ain't gonna lie

I'm still going up, I still ain't gonna buy

Still riding around town in a 8.5

She still texting me, I still don't know why

I feel like I'm Uzi ain't talking bout Vert

No dreads in my face I still put it in the work

Making this cash, I can't even work

Make more then your mommy, bruh that's gotta hurt

Spit on your bro, I put him in dirt

Man he hella ugly, he looking like Durk

Mask on me, ain't talking about scream

They say ima feign but he wanted the smoke

They say I'm mean just like Halloween

They feeling my beam but they still wanna go

I'm making him dream, I'm making him scream

I'll spin on his block and I'll drop him real low

My stacks all green, I ain't drinking no lean

I'm stealing yo bitch and I'm fucking yo hoes

Racks on me, ain't talking bout tennis

I'm fucking yo bitch like I'm Dennis The Menace

Draco on me it shoot 'til you finish

Yo bitch on my line, now we heading to Venice

Riding around town in a 8.5

That girl ain't that bad, I'm still grabbing her thigh

He said that he hard you know that's a lie

I'm tracking him down now he high in the sky