Batu

fuck off pitchfork

Double back when you got it made
Thirty racks of weed, no fat in the collard greens
Off top was me, no cap, I don't bottle things
Flashin' grandmama rings on her fingers
I'm fond of the thing, hollow, we gleam
I'm ominous of James Harden-D
Weak niggas guardin' will peak
Followers just like me
I lost my phone and consequently
All the feelings I caught for my GF
My hands was on the wings
I took'em off, not a story
Careen against the bars
My canteen was full of the poison I need
The trip as long ... read more