WASTELAND | FULL MOVIE | 2024

I don't want you to change Sad, sad, sad I miss you Can't you hear me? I can see that bushy from a mile away You can step on mud about a mile away I got three white bitches like it's powder day White mink coat with them rolls like a sharp A And all of my bitches says they call them Barbies She lookin' back like I'm flexin' baby, no way And lately I've been Holding thatlusive pee Got a mill check Money on my mind I got a money on my brain Money in my veins I got money, I don't cheat 20, 50, 100, 500, million, man 80, 100, double, swimming, 50, 15, man If I need some racks, I'ma flip me some packs I talk like I want it, she don't say that back If cop pull up, I put that crack in my crack Or I put that brack in my brack Call a shorty, made a **** on my brody If you don't owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me I promise I won't ever quit, bitch, I'm cold And I wear that white, you can snow me Snow that young thot, girl, I whip it up, bitch Then she tell me I'm thot, yeah She shinin' like butter, the bitch from Chicago I call her Young Kha'Zix Leave me to be, but I pull up in Bentley's With Latin, they all wanna meet with me Yeah, they all wanna greet on me Put on their pants and they all wanna eat with me No, they won't tease on that dick They won't read on that dick They won't leash on that dick Don't put leash on that dick Mama see to that dick They won't snitch on that dick And she screamin' loud, she can't secret that dick I'ma hook a beast on that dick If she bad, I'ma go on it Feast that lil' bitch, I'ma feast that lil' bitch I got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check Yeah, yeah Money on my face, I got money on my brain Money in my pants, I got money, I don't change 20, 50, 100, 500, million, man 800, double, streaming, video, 10,000, yeah Bitch, I'm a Migo, I play with Gido When I put ice on, I am so zero All of my niggas, they hard-callin' Beatles Niggas was facin' why I kept me a Rooker and Regal Droppin' the top on the million with the Birdman, yeah, the Eagle Beat out my mind, man, I'm chewin' out, I don't do nothin' with people Let my lil' shawty go give me a four and bring back me a lean Yes, I got dress on, I worry about that, they know they can't get wet And I swear I done got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check Oh, is that like 4K? 4K, 60 frames per second Fuckin' tight Front and back the tape, please, Richard Reminiscin' over rainy days We shed tears, high rivers made Made it out with no case, we 12 rated the place They know me by my government name I got niggas knee-deep in a crack game Niggas junkie knees weak off a sack game Used to wait for weeks till them bags came I swear the comin' was real R.I.P. my nigga Wolf, you know I'm bangin' my steel R.I.P. bro, you know I do this ---- for my youth Some big ballin' on these niggas made them skip to my loop I'm in the city ridin' dirty with a stick and a roof Giuliani tryna block my shine even on summer town I heard a scene in this ----, it left me traumatized I call my baby Earth, stick around like one I call my brother Sun, cause he shine like one I'm inspirin' generations, wanna shine like me Move like me, walk like me But niggas can't talk that talk like me Walk up in this spot, they can't spark like me We brought this on Resisting Dead or alive We're missing God damn! I got the iPhone clip I close my eyes Something inside Insists Better let go Just listen Take my love Say, this is a place I met you Say, oh This is a place I met you Say, oh Racks on racks, hud together Sip red top to the devil Rosella stones forever High yellow, every yellow Hot chocolate, Cinderella Trap off a trap trailer New paper stuck together Fat bitch gon' **** my bills Strapped up with heavy metal Sip lean top to the devil Hot chicks, they confidential AP or presidential Never go against the ghetto Stay true, got hoes in Belgium New bitch, new car, 11 I piss codeine on Pizza Revenge on God, let's give it Get a check, then flip it in the trenches And the jet's filling up with the vintage Cartier with bust, they vintage 4AC, the rings on glisten Real ice with the bad bitch, listen Racks on racks, hud together Sip red top to the devil Rosella stones forever High yellow, every yellow Hot chocolate, Cinderella Trap off a trap trailer New paper stuck together Fat bitch gon' **** my bills You know it's high bars, lows Two M's, that's on the pedal This bitch make that bitch jealous This cup ain't never fellas My J's, they match your melon You know it ain't no tellin' Ride the gold duck, I'm fellin' The bankroll tuck for billin' Blew out what I'm inhalin' This gas broke, I'm propellin' Back to back like a train Think twice, tryin' to do realest Big gang like the Gofellas Tick off propane propellers She like, go watch, go chain African Cinderella Mix her in my vanilla You can find us wherever Duck in all types of weather In space lookin' for better Racks on racks, hud together Sip red top to the devil Rosella stones forever High yellow, every yellow Hot chocolate, Cinderella Trap off a trap trailer New paper stuck together Fat bitch gon' **** my bills So I hold the money, holdin' heads in vain Couple talk, I know the fear Say I'm insane I'm psyched, never learned how My TV son told me put down the drink Dolls, I got a lame sauce In the foot of Fink Dolls And I fill it up and head off I need a little somethin' to knock the edge off Decide for a song That life sucks So I'm puttin' on some of my thugs And I'm puttin' on a song for my modders And if we know God, he'd have got us And if he's not a star, couldn't guide us A ball with no softness beside us So I'm puttin' on a song for my riders I don't like it They don't like it It'll be a long time Before you ever see me again Don't worry about me Don't worry about you Don't worry about no one but I Hey, motherfuckers It'll be a long time Before you ever see me again See, I need some time to meditate Nah, bitch, I'm fly I need time to levitate And now it's time to try and try and hesitate I'm the dumbest everyday nigga You a featherweight And I'm a heavyweight And I'm very great I put the every name rockin' in every state Do not debate You can act cape I lost the bomb fake Guess it's my fate Guess it was written I could sound fun Guess I was different Skiing downtown you might go straight to the harbor And what it sound like When everybody sound like Two sound like I'm thumpin' them on around like I don't need me now like Feelin' me now like And these niggas stackin' every day Pippin' around Mike Trippin' around Psyche Puffin' on an M like I'm a be damn right You need to die right fighters And I'm a zone fires And I'm switch down right fire When you call the fire And I'm an unknown fire You got me, you got me, you got me You got me, you got me Oh ----. You got me. I'm so good there. Oh!