Exercise

Yaseen on the track

I fucked on yo bitch for the exercise
Now you tryna get next to mine
Blowin' bands while you counting dimes
See yo ass at the finish line

While my squad always flexin crimes
I'm a D-boy I stay at topless
While my black ass don't stigmatise
Ozzy winning a prison prize
Bets stop cause I do a die
Never caught in a suit and tie
Hotboxing I'm boofing blind
By the water that's where I dine
Molly no water you finna die
No father; that's why she cry
Dick riders tryna eat my pie
Me and Goldwood we smoking chives
Me and Max we getting throat
Sippin' blazes on a fucking [?]
Money wodies blowing up my phone
Broke nights stay out my zone

I fucked on yo bitch for the exercise
Now you tryna get next to mine
Blowin' bands while you counting dimes
See yo ass at the finish line
I fucked on yo bitch for the exercise
Now you tryna get next to mine
Blowin' bands while you counting dimes
See yo ass at the finish line

Ya boy need 8.5
Now im really living with the shelves still live
Ya boy be riding up the kush
I'm a young dope running off hiding in the bush
I look like I took a damn kiss on the wrist
Got yellow diamonds dancing with the yellow diamond twist
I'm an everlasting lover and I'll never let 'em dip
Call me Goldwood cause there's gold diamonds on dick