Epic Fail - Duwap Kaine

Hop in that foreign, you know it’s mine

Hop in that foreign, it’s so divine

Like Chief Sosa, I’m blowing minds

She giving top, man, she blowing my mind

She said, «How you feel?"I said I feel fine

Keep that Glock on my side, no, I’m not kind

Hood bad bitch, and she my kind

I’m sipping on lean, I ain’t sipping on wine

Trap look like a school lunch line

I know she fuck with all of my punchlines

Blunt real sticky, like a damn porcupine

And you know I get higher than an airline

Go ask your bitch about me, she said that «I know him»

Feel like Goon 'cause I’m serving my auntie

Free my brother up out the county

I’m smoking dope, no weed brownies

Damn, I play it like I was sick, nigga, they gave me some sizzurp

You know I be boolin, man, you know that I’m down to Earth

Working so hard, it may look like I popped a Perc

You niggas be bitch, yeah they be fucking nerds

Pull up to your show, and I’m smoking on nerds

Post your bitch, you know I’ma flirt with her

I know you got baby lungs, you need Gerber

I’m speaking in tongues, smoking Sherbert

No, that nigga don’t get no pussy

I call that nigga Herbert the Pervert

Twenty-five in my bank, yeah, the same age as Lil Uzi Vert

She asked me, put gas in her tank

City boys, what the fuck did you think?

In the city, boy, riding around in a tank

Louis shit, I ain’t buyin' my bitch PINK (Nah)

I got more water than a fish tank

Your bitch getting money, and I know you ain’t, boy

Too many Percs and lean, I’ma faint

I’m sipping on purple, nigga I’m a saint

You know I’m a real nigga

Just fill in the blank, man

If I pop this xan, I’ma turn into Xanman

Young nigga coolin', you know I’m the xan man

Y’all knew I was the plug, nigga so what’s happenin'?

Where the fuck is yo scale at?

Oh, you ain’t trapping

Send 'em to hell, 'cause he be capping

I know he gone tell, he was the look out for the lick, nigga

Man, you talking too much shit

When the fuck you gone get up and get rich?

Shoot my- Shoot my shot with your bitch, I don’t miss

Fuck the bitch, man, you know we don’t kiss and tell

Smoking on gas, you know that it smell

She give me good brain, she went to Yale

You in that courtroom, you gone tattletale

I can tell, damn

I can tell, damn

Could you tell that I’m shell?

Damn, left that bitch, she wished me well, yeah

Try to hate, Epic Fail