12OZS (Remix) lyrics

by

Xavier Wulf


[Intro]
I'm working on dying

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Pour a brick in my lemon Brisk, my cup worth a grip
That's your b*tch, she more like a lick, roll me up a zip
Of this p*ss, smokin' Cookie Crisp, make her throw a fit
Who that is? Better check your jit, foenem load the clip
Out in trench though, yeah, them Benzo, what them tints for?
You been broke, this ain't Polo, b*tch boy, this Kenzo
Masi' with the turbo engine, push it 'til the dash broke
I do what I want for real though, can't tell me none', ho

[Verse 1: Warhol.SS]
Ayy, can't tell me none', b*tch, my funds lit
Purple muddy, sippin' on this Wock', ain't no Qualitest
pus*y n*gga lame as f*ck, he just wanna follow sh*t
Pull up and we slidin' thirty deep, like what's the problem, b*tch?
Big guap, eatin' steak and shrimp, sippin' on the four
Lemonade, youngin, what you pour? It's a case though
Got a couple n*ggas in the pen', couple on the road
f*ck it, bond him out, he beat it though, my n*ggas on the road
b*tch, don't you text the kid, I be in the crib
f*ck her friend, all I got is gang, no, I'm not your mans
n*ggas cappin', thinkin' he a friend, boy, you just a fan
I can't kick it, I be turbo switchin', f*ck that boy opinion
All that sneakin', I be really geekin', do this any weekend
Really chiefin', blowin' on the 'Wood, this sh*t like a beacon
All that beefin' sh*t be for the birds, you can save the words
'Bout that action, we can get it crackin', kick him to the curb
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Pour a brick in my lemon Brisk, my cup worth a grip
That's your b*tch, she more like a lick, roll me up a zip
Of this p*ss, smokin' Cookie Crisp, make her throw a fit
Who that is? Better check your jit, foenem load the clip
Out in trench though, yeah, them Benzo, what them tints for?
You been broke, this ain't Polo, b*tch boy, this Kenzo
Masi' with the turbo engine, push it 'til the dash broke
I do what I want for real though, can't tell me none', ho

[Verse 2: Xavier Wulf]
You n*ggas b*tch, worser than a b*tch, you n*ggas make me twitch
I damn near dip on one of you b*tch boys and chainsaw your lips
I'm on your ho side, I watch her set you up and get you whipped
And I let her answer phone for you while she was holdin' di*k (n*gga)
What you mad for? I'm rich a bit? I stacked a lil' chip?
Now you sad 'cause I'm havin' fun, chillin' with my n*ggas?
You a weirdo, I don't care no more, f*ck an old flow
New year, my n*gga, same me, they can't defeat me
She love how my music ridin', she beside it
Besides that, I'm smokin' top pack, you n*ggas way back
You late, jack, I sent your b*tch back with a squad tag
Feel that, my n*gga, sit back, go get your clout jacked, yeah

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Pour a brick in my lemon Brisk, my cup worth a grip
That's your b*tch, she more like a lick, roll me up a zip
Of this p*ss, smokin' Cookie Crisp, make her throw a fit
Who that is? Better check your jit, foenem load the clip
Out in trench though, yeah, them Benzo, what them tints for?
You been broke, this ain't Polo, b*tch boy, this Kenzo
Masi' with the turbo engine, push it 'til the dash broke
I do what I want for real though, can't tell me none', ho
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