$uicideboy$, Shakewell - Big Shot Cream Soda

You did good, $lick
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it off
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it-blow it
Dirty Sprite, pour it in my cup and then I'm noddin' off
I get to this money, count these hunnids, then I blow it off
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it off
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it-blow it
Dirty Sprite, pour it in my cup and then I'm noddin' off
I get to this money (yeah), count these hunnids, then I blow it off
Bitch, I put down the heroin and picked up all these bitches
But both the dope and the hoes always in my ear hissin' (blow it, blow it, dirty Sprite)
I'm a ghost, the whole globe peel off in a Phantom, driftin'
Decisions damagin' my image
Picture me ridin' into the horizon, throwin' up sixes
From a shed in the yard to hirin' guards (throw it up, .45)
Snow Leopard still right off of St. Bernard at the hornet's nest
All my bitches born again (ayy, ayy)
All I gotta say to my partners is, "Of course" and "When?" (Ayy, ayy)
Generation*59, drip a drop of acid in my mind's eye
Now I'm thinkin' everything is tie-dye, Wock' up in a Mai Tai
All this ice on my neck, why would I fly? (Ayy, ayy)
Make a bitch wet, but maybe I'll just leave her high and dry (ayy, ayy)
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it off
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it-blow it