Teen Spirit Radio Vol. 11

[Part I: Bout It]

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
You are now listening to Teen Spirit Radio
Uh, uh, u-uh

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know I'm 'bout it ('Bout it)
Pull up in big body, she wan' feel up on my body (Body)
All I want codeine, that lean, no fucking gin, that tonic
[?] she act like she don't know nobody
Now my section's too damn big, she cannot get inside it

[Verse]
Yeah, that's my dago bitch
Got too much bread like bagel, bitch
I move past straight through Waco, bitch
Shit, I want that Benz in mayo
The seats, they came in ketchup
All this syrup in my Faygo
I don't fit in like Tetris
I'm like, "Catch up"
I swear that my bitch pussy the best, yeah
I smoke gas and can't breathe until next year
Damn, I'm at the bank again
Damn, I'm sippin' drank again
And I fucked yo' fakest friend
Oh yeah, you can't test me
You can't best me
Got a round clip, shootin' shit 'til next week
Oh yeah, come and find me, uh
Got a double trigger on this bitch, I leave him Siamese

[Part II: Bannished]

[Intro]
Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank
Haha-haha-haha-haha-ha

[Verse]
Nothin' but shooters, we comin' to get it
We leave him bloody if we come in ya city
Hop out in Chargers, we gettin' in to it
Trapping in broad day, you know what we doin' (Yeah, yeah)
Them diamonds'll dance
Abracadabra, I sent it to Kansas
I got the load, that's my advantage
He crossed the gang, then he got banished (Yeah, yeah)
The bitches, they twerking, uh
Diamonds, they new like virgins
I just got geeked all on purple
Is that him? Shit, I'm not certain
Cut the lights, creep, now we lurking
I'on think he know we gon' hurt him
Roll the windows, what you working?
He run out, he subway-surfing
I won't talk, girl, give me brain, ho
Know I'm hot, bitch think I'm Maino
Made my own plays just like Play-Doh
I need two shots, took his brain off
Balenci', I step
And I got up my green, my things, and wealth
Got up my beams with teams and letters
Off of this drank, I'm seein' myself

[Outro]
Seein' myself
Seein' myself
Off of this drank, I'm seein' myself
Got up my beams, my team, myself
I'm finna bleed this green myself
Seein' myself
Got up my beams, my team, myself
Got up my green, my things, and wealth (This is [?] and you're now listening to Teen Spirit Radio)
(Thank you, GUCCI-woo)

[Part III: Socrates]

[Intro]
You don't feel no shame, just admit it
You don't feel no shame when you did it

[Chorus]
You don't feel no shame, just admit it
I shoulda known you would've switched up in a minute
I don't wanna play yo' game
Tryna get the time these bitches took away
Lil' baby goin' down like the economy
And myself the only one that's probably stoppin' me
I tried to talk to you and give you my philosophy
You think I'm lying, baby, treat me like I'm Socrates

[Verse]
Baby a trophy, yeah, you one of my accomplishments
If I ain't have this shit, I wonder if you'd have my back
I know they hating, they go blind when I show 'em facts
I'm stayin' patient, I'm gon' grind and make paper stack
The .44 the club, no CÎROC, I pour all the mud
I make this chopper stutter-stutter just like Elmer Fudd
Man, I'm so used to pain
You can't even treat me like I'm normal, I forgot yo' name
Me and my niggas don't wear formal but we got Prada frames
You hot, but boy, I'm blazin', hope you know that's not the same
The same story, switched the page, I had no pot to piss in
But now I'm Colorado, Rockyvale, or fuckin' Aspen
That boy a fuckin' trash can, turn him to a fuckin' has-been

[Part IV: Red Button Freestyle]

[Intro]
Yes
Uh-uh
You are now listening to Teen Spirit Radio on Power 98
Uh-uh
Thank you, GUCCI-woo

[Verse]
Who my adversary? Promise it get very scary
Always getting cold, I turn that bitch to January
I swear these niggas act like bitches, shout out Tyler Perry
And you gon' make me close my hand if you keep actin' petty
I'm the near future, I'm the inspiration
Told that boy to get more goons, the last one hesitated
How they let me in this bitch, I had no reservation
Swear to god that y'all can't feel me, I'm on masturbation
I waited way too long for anyone to hear me out
I treat her like your song, I listen once and turn her down
Young fellow, sad story, you can hold the cello
Wrist rocky, gettin' cocky, you should tell Geppetto
Puppet master, seen cracks that disappear, disaster
Jaw wired, still a lion, I feel pure desire
Right in science, I see no one that will sit beside me
Now I sit inside this club with all this shit beside me
And if I tell you live your life, would you go live without me?
Why the fuck we all in Paris and yo' lip still pouting?
I'm still solvin' all yo' problems, waitin' on you to grow
And I think it's time to cut you off like cuticles
I'm—

[Part V: All On One]

[Intro]
You are now listening to Teen Spirit Radio on Power 98
Thank you, GUCCI-woo

[Verse]
I'm on the top floor, lord
It's liquor in the mouth
Your friends wanna participate, it's time to take 'em out
Come on, we all on one
Them bitches wanna party
I try to catch some time, my feelings tryna start shit
She on molly
I'm tryna feel on her, touch on that bitch, you know I love her body
Think I need to take a big Xan', I'm tryna forget my problems
Walk in the club with big bands and I know them bitches eyein'
I'm tryna get some head, baby, I'm like, "How good is yo' noggin?"
Pop a lil' Perc' and I'm flyin'
I hop in the coupe and I know that I'm drivin'
Niggas be hatin', wanna see me dead just like pariahs
You know I'm just tryna get beside her, do pilates
Walk outside, I'm fresh as fuck, bitch, I know they all saw me
This lil' bitch too solid, I'm tryna see what— what's her mind is
I'm gon' see a topic, I'm gon' [?]
Get behind it, hit a wheelie, they like Kawasakis
I'm intoxicated, prolly, baby know I'm high
Baby know I'm fly, bird, sky
Slatt, think these niggas finna try, we gon' carry 'em out
Blatt, work outside the trap with bags like Chinese carry-out
Hit that bitch friend at the [?], I feel like Barry Bonds

[Part VI: hot in the booth]

[Intro]
Yeah
(I got you, corey)
Yeah-yeah
Yeah
(A-A-A-Aevy music)
(A—, Aevy mus—)

[Chorus]
Bitch, it's hot in the booth, huh
Nigga, I'm tellin' the truth
I got some troopers, they ready to shoot
I got some monkeys in back of the coupe, huh
We like some rats and bears
And I ain't toxic, shit is not fair, uh
I'ma get high, I won't care
I'ma get high, I'ma fuck on a mayor

[Verse 1]
I'ma get high like the fair
I'm in this bitch wearing shit you don't wear
Tough nigga think he all that, but, these bullets, they gon' tear
I gotta hit that bitch from the back 'cause her face is not there
You ain't even see no hundred K, lil' nigga, stop that lyin'
I don't really want no beef with y'all lil' niggas, y'all some cops
We'll really pull up with the, "Frrt, frrt, fah," stop that block, uh
Stop that talk
[?]
Ridin' in a Lambo, clear my mind
Me and you ain't the same, yo' kind is not the same

[Bridge]
As me
I swear you not the same, as we
My bitch go insane, on me
I'ma pay that pay, for lean

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, for lean, I want lean
She wanna fuck me, I want some lean
I got on Gucci, I'm on that Kapital, my niggas wrappin' up, pure the fiend
Yeah, we got the thing on us
[?] the stars is angel dust
Pussy so good like I'm made for her
None of you niggas made me
I put a stack on his head, look like LEGOs, I build on that boy like JAY-Z
Boy, I'm different
Bitch, I'm a enemy in my lil' city
I put a dot on his head like a titty
Hit that ho from the back when I'm pullin' her Remy
I done ran through a half a milli' with no stimmy

[Chorus]
Bitch, it's hot in the booth, huh
Nigga, I'm tellin' the truth
I got some troopers, they ready to shoot
I got some monkeys in back of the coupe, huh
We like some rats and bears
And I ain't toxic, shit is not fair, uh
I'ma get high, I won't care
I'ma get high, I'ma fuck on a mayor

[Part VII: Ridiculous]

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Yeah-yeah-yeah (Ryno)
Prosperity
Yeah, nigga
Livin' in diamonds, it's a party there
Ayy

[Chorus]
Credit card swipe, yeah, my face good
Niggas can't go to they hood
They can't get it all, they gon' fake somethin'
Me and my niggas take some
I heard it all, it's gettin' ridiculous
They reminiscin' 'bout the stimulus
I want it all, I don't play no victim shit
I'm the one that judge was sentencin'
Call my goonies, yeah, I'm sendin' 'em
Put it on, I invented it
Feel amazing when I'm spendin' it
I just need love, genuine

[Verse]
'Cause you know I'm goin' through it
And lil' baby skin cinnamon
Watch out 'cause it's gettin' venomous
I ain't never want no VETEMENTS
Balenciaga on my brethren
[?]
You a real wild girl, I been tryna keep up, you ain't never land
I been across the world, but you a one-of-one, you like my letterman
I'm shittin' on niggas, I'm something they never been
They know that BBG heaven-sent
I walk on water with fire, they ain't even know my niggas, they meddling
I'm laughin' at niggas embarrassed
And she wanna fuck me, her friend comparin' it
Way I ball, yeah, that shit, man, that shit not fair
All that sauce I got, I know why these people starin'
I'ma make it in this year
Niggas hate me but I don't care
Say you want smoke, I'm there
I'ma roll his fat-ass down that hill
Boy, don't kill my vibe, yo' mama might meet you in a box
If he look at me wrong, my gang just might air him out (Ayy)

[Part VIII: Pink Runtz]

[Intro]
You are now listening to Teen Spirit Radio on Power 98
Thank you, GUCCI-woo

[Chorus]
Shawty call my phone, mad about some hoes
I don't even know, that's why I won't go
That way, yeah, I won't, I'll go to the show, yeah
Pull up smokin' skunk (That skunk), I won't smoke no rolls (No rolls)
Ayy, I don't smoke no Pink Runtz (I don't smoke no Pink Runtz)
I don't smoke no Pink Runtz (I don't smoke no Pink Runtz)
I fucked the ho at least once (Shit, at least once)
I swear she had a sweet cunt

[Verse]
We in the field
We turn Beverly into Jurassic Hills
I'm on Rodeo and we poppin' pills
Astronaut swag, I'm on stars and I get back in my bag
Yeah, he lame as fuck, he ain't poppin' no tags
Rick Owen
Got a .30, yeah, the dick on it
You ain't really with yo' big homie
He ain't really got shit on me
He really get shit on
Blade on me like Michonne
Sing it to her like Trey Songz
[?]
I take a trip to Rio
I take a trip to Rio (Rio)
Big blunt like burrito
I done fucked on a freak ho, yeah (Yeah)
Tryna turn it to a freak show now

[Chorus]
Shawty call my phone, mad about some hoes
I don't even know, that's why I won't go
That way, yeah, I won't, I'll go to the show, yeah
Pull up smokin' skunk (That skunk), I won't smoke no rolls (No rolls)
Uh, ayy, I don't smoke no Pink Runtz (I don't smoke no Pink Runtz)
I don't smoke no Pink Runtz (I don't smoke no Pink Runtz)
I fucked the ho at least once (Shit, at least once)
I swear she had a sweet cunt

[Instrumental Outro]