Polar Express. ft. Young Darry Lyrics

Hailey just fucking spit

Just spit some shit

Is that a Santa hat?

Come here

Dude you can be Ice Spice

spit some shit

No I don't know what to say

Rocky, get the fuck out of here

That's Cocoa

Cocoa, get the fuck out of here

Spit something

Ridiculous

I don't know why you talkin'

The choppa will turn you to carbon

The felony charges

They all about Arson

The Larceny will not be talked about

Call up a shoota

you know that they popping' out

Take her to the back

No condom

Bitch you know where we at

He say he a shoota

But we know that he lack

He seem real nice

Let's sell him some crack

Ion' know why you laugh

Your momma needed cash

So I fucked up her ass

She needed some gas

I gave her a pack

She gave it right back

I pulled out the mac

I been goin' crazy

you calling' me lazy

I'm feelin' like Shady

I'm feelin' like Brady

I'm feelin' like Barry

I'm feelin' like Boosie

I need me a two-piece

Why a little bitch tryna get up in my shit

She don't know I got the sick and i'm boutta let it rip

I'm a demon, i'm breathing, i'm feelin' fire they screamin'

I'm feelin' wired, the energy make you tired

It's the way I carry lines

It's pitiful

Little guys, they generals

In they minds, they let it go

Catch a vibe incredible

With these lines, it's chemicals

On the side i'm medical

I'm a badass kid

You stupid ass bitch

Blood drippin'

Knives sharpened

I don't play with toys darling

Come with me it's cool

We can spray some lead for jewels

Chain snatching

Car jackin'

What's the fun in just baggin'

I want you for life but my tag come with a price

Soul snatchin'

No backin'

Live for this or die with this

The choices ain't too broad and i'm ready to meet god

Bonnie's not got' pass, cause

Clyde's got your back, just

Keep that stick up and spray out the mag

Cause

We don't take hostages

We like the sound of the triggers

Oh, clear all them fridges

Less Dahmer

More Ramirez

The demon's clearin'

My head is spinnin'

My sins are winnin'

Pray to god

Pray for grinnin'

I love when the choppa done singin'

Cause then i'm done feinin'

I get to feeling', gripping' and ripping' and reapin'

Oh lord

Jack's done sleeping

Sleep

Sleep

Sleep

Bitch

Reed

Reed

Reed I ju-

Reed

Reed

I need you to say just anything

At all

Reed, please

Meow