Two dollars shy of a five dollar bill
Last mile I pushed my truck uphill
About hurt me
I left my truck by the pump right where I parked it
Walked through the doors of the Last Chance Market
Have mercy, I was thirsty
The guy behind the counter said what's it gonna be
I said I don't know man, you tell me
It's a gallon of gas, or a cold six pack
One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack
Makes life complicated when it costs the same
Hell it ain't no fun, to do without one
But I'll do a lot of walkin' if my motor don't run
It's a tough ol' choice to make if you know what I mean
It's either beer of gasoline
I could feel that video camera watch me
Checkin' out the sale on the ol' Milwaukee
(Mmm) Three bucks to my name
That cooler had every brand known to man
Tall boys, bottles, and aluminum cans
(Aww) What a shame
And it's gettin' pretty bad when you finally discover
It all comes down to either one or the other
It's a gallon of gas, or a cold six pack
One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack
Makes life complicated when it costs the same
Hell it ain't no fun, to do without one
But I'll do a lot of walkin' if my motor don't run
It's a tough ol' choice to make if you know what I mean
It's either beer of gasoline
I could see where this is headed
And I'm tired of talkin'
Cold beer unleaded
Hell I'm walkin'
It's a gallon of gas, or a cold six pack
One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack
Makes life complicated when it costs the same
Hell it ain't no fun, to do without one
But I'll do a lot of walkin' if my motor don't run
It's a tough ol' choice to make if you know what I mean
It's either beer of gasoline
Beer or gasoline
It's a gallon of gas, or a cold six pack
One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack
Now it ain't no fun to do without one
But I'll do a lot of walkin' if my motor don't run
I was walking down the street the other day
Tryna distract myself
But then I see your face
Oh wait, that's someone else
Ohh, tryna play it coy
Tryna make it disappear
But just like the battle of Troy
There's nothing subtle here
In my room there's a king size space
Bigger than it used to be
If you want you can rent that place
Call me an amenity
Even if it's in my dreams
Ooh you're taking up a fraction of my mind
Ooh every time I watch you serpentine
Oh I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
Not to think about you
No, no, no, no
Not to think about you
No, no, no, no
Oh I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
Not to…
Calling all units, shots fired Shots fired in front of the Supreme store There's about to be a 261 in progress Send all available units Send in the back-up Send in the big guns Send in the K9 unit Send in the... f*ck
I wanna be gay 'cause you're fucked and I wanna savour it But it's cool, after smashing you I'll PayPal you 2K Oh, no! You getting mad? Gonna knock the phone right out of my hand? That shit was fucking absurd You're a "rapper" who can't resolve shit with words? Talk like you eating some paste, ayy Is that your IQ or your age? Ayy Say to your audience face, ayy How Jacob Sartorius tastes Ayy, you look afraid, must have seen a ghostwriter Well, ditto, little bitch, but I'm not scared to show mine
Woo! You've been pretending Ever since your little rice balls descended Let kids think you did it all When you weren't capable of making up playground insults That's bad, but then I heard you try to rap I was more disappointed than when I found out Casey Neistat didn't have nice tats Boy, gotta flex Gotta flex, flex, flex Because when you've got no personality Replace it with a Rolex You really don't see your friends rolling their eyes? Hoping to die, they're so tired Of you throwing the price of what you buy in their face No, no, no, no, you think they're gonna say
"Oh my God, you're such a legend You make me so wet with your reckless spending You gained my respect and you're oh so funny Please, take me to your mansion and fuck me!" You're fucking delusional So try your best to remember You are not a pimp You're a borderline sex offender Diss boy a flavor of the month But which is it, huh? A whiny Vietnamese wanna-be gangsta It's salt and vi-nigga You're like Kanye without the talent Like Jackie Chan but a little faggot Like Soulja Boy but... Actually, yeah, you're exactly like Soulja Boy
Say you don't wanna look like a little bitch But, dude, you're gonna be crucified How can you claim that shit When you're too scared to go in on PewDiePie?
Little ho, little bitch Suck my 5.3 inch dick Admit that you just got pounded I'd say "take the L" if you could pronounce it (Get it, because you're Asian?) (That's what you wanted, right?) (Hey, let's make fun of the Asian boy with his Asian boyish eyes) Jesus Christ, you're as predictable as a house tour To call you surface level would be an insult to the ground floor
Whatever you've promised to follow, you've quit You can't persist for shit, you narcissistic prick Your audience is fickle, here's what I predict Your channel's bound to crash down to rubble (oh, no!) How the fuck can someone called Gum Not realise they're in a bubble? But let me guess, I'm irrelevant, right? Isn't that your excuse? When you're too stupid to explain your views 'Cause you're as basic as a one-block Rubik's Cube You're an insecure, unoriginal little bitch and that's that So, come to think of it You're actually the dog filter on Snapchat
Got cash, cash, money and the views and the clicks And yet you're always gonna be a little bitch Now I'm finished as planned It was just three minutes so it wasn't that bad But I got one question to ask you, bro Did it feel good, though?
[Intro: Swae Lee & Gucci Mane]
Black Beatles in the city
Be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
(Ear Drummers) Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL!
I sent flowers, but you said you didn't receive ‘em
But you said you didn't need 'em
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Getting so gone I'm not blinkin'
What in the world was I thinkin'?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothin' to explain
I'm a fuckin' black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin' John Lennon lenses, like to see ‘em spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table
Screamin', "Everybody's famous!"
Like clockwork, I blow it all
And get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the babes belly rollin'
She think she love me, I think she trollin'
[Chorus:
Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
A broke ho can only point me to a rich ho
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow Lamb', red light go
They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the
side door
There's so much money on the floor we buyin' school
clothes
Why you bring the money machine to the club for?
Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
I eurostep past a hater like I'm Rondo
I upgrade your baby mama to a condo
Like Chapo servin' yayo to the gringos
Black Beatle, club close when I say so
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
She's a good teaser, and we blowin' reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don't fuck with me, I'll break your heart, baby
D&G on me, I got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, I'm tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I'm rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I'm rich, I'm still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like it's still the 80s
I've been blowin' OG Kush, I feel a lil' sedated
I can't worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
