Dark Lord Prince Hekima Bakersman - Vimto and Stilllpane lyrics

(chorus x3) Pulling up with the the gang Smoking on different strains Vimto mixed with stilpane I perserve off the hate None of these fake niqqas can relate x2 (verse) 00:51 Walking with my crew at a slow pace/no stems or seeds in our grade/cut it up Souma in any page/pipes and bongs we use to blaze/Blunts ain't really much our thing/roek us till we feel vesin/coughing on it like we swallowed cinnamon/yall be smoking gas fluid thinking that you lit/if you don't like us then you mase poes/kykie look/we ain't really out here to be liked and stuff/be humble sit down and take a puff/ur kint she looks like a grak/lam with the aijahs pak to dak/if u f** with me then we make u sat/cause i have bra**e from elsies till the delft/all you haters can souma stay f**ing naar/aaaawaaah/welcome to the kaap/where kak go souma son af in the aan/en di ouens that tel son op will Rob you deur dag/in the paper very next day for tryna act tough/if you in a ditch that's tough/living my life with fokkol f**s/no sleep when it sets yet I rise with the sun/ (Hook 1:45)x5 (verse) 3:27 You just do it for the fame/so let me give it to you straight/alcohol with no chaser/none of thot boys ever gonna make it /cause yall having each other's back like gay s** /can't dala a kint If she basic/Hekima born in the ravey/where you just tronk jintoe en n man wyfie/your girl Benz for me like I drive a Mercedes/oh that be why naies hating/that my back up side piece is there main chick/baby girl got that figure and some busine a**ets /if you talking money then u speaking my language/wanna grind till I live lavish/walls filled with plaques in my mansion pa**age/empty stomach but my hunger to succeed is way more famished/