Strawberry Shortcake Lyrics

I'm smokin' shortcake, so I got short breath

Today I had to put the Bape away, I'm rockin' Corteiz

What you know about making a palace for the floor bed?

I'll read your text, and not even crack a smile, then say I'm so dead

Bitch, is you trying to get high? I know the dope man

I'm bumping drug music, fast lane, no these ain't slow jams

Fast cars, hoes, money, and weed, exotic romance

These off white, not no knockoff, you rock the broke brands

Ayy hold on, somebody grab the door, got bags in both hands

I pull up to the bank, legal withdrawals, I don't bust no scams

Get some blue faces, bust it down, and hit the loc dance

Come on, they screaming, I need more, call it the dope chant

I'm screaming, "Free bro", until he free, and that's on bro nem'

No, you can't kick it with the kid, I feel like Beauchamp

And take them Ricks off, you just a goofy, you ain't no vamp

Won't catch me putting on no podcast, I call em' hoe rants

Bitch, ain't never selling out, that's on my soul stamped

High off exotic, fighting demons, I got slope stance

Chase the bag down, ain't getting away, I hit a choke slam

And you the type to stay following leaders, do what bro says

Yeah, hold on

Imma imma come back tripping, I got, I got some

Hold on

Alright yeah, Come on

Had to kick this bitch up out the whip, cause she a coke head

Bitch, and you be penny pinching, don't get no bread

I'm out the way, you crashing out tryna provoke feds

Smoking turtle pie, can't run from 12, I got the slow legs

You trippin', thinking you got ups on me, you must be on meds

They-they was laughing all back then, but now the joke dead

You took a seat in back row, I'm standing on 10

And you know you can pick your own poison, don't pick the wrong end

Down my arms, hands cramping hard, money long spread

Daw trippin', talking crazy, that shit far-fetched

Bitch, if you ain't pretty without makeup, then we can't talk next

And you been taking fronts to make your dollars, and owe your dawg debt

Shit, ha, haha yeah

Come on, yeah yeah,

Come on man, alright

Yeah

I'm smokin' shortcake, so I got short breath

Today I had to put the Bape away, I'm rockin' Corteiz

What you know about making a palace for the floor bed?

I'll read your text, and not even crack a smile, then say I'm so dead

Bitch, is you trying to get high? I know the dope man

I'm bumping drug music, fast lane, no these ain't slow jams

Fast cars, hoes, money, and weed, exotic romance

These off white, not no knockoff, you rock the broke brands