Onlybino! - ​pathetic lyrics

Yeah, blatt yeah, blatt
Yeah blatt, yeah
Yeah

Bitch, I'm a GOAT at this shit
I been doin' it
Opp at the show, so you know I'ma ruin it
(Ha)
They at the door, and they knockin', like
"Who is it?"
I'm with a thot in LA, and we coolin' it
(Yeah)
I'm with a thot in the A, finna kick shit
I'm with a bitch, she got money
A rich bitch (Woo)
I'm sippin' drink, yeah
You know I'm addicted
Look at my chain, that
Shit lookin' like piss, Bitch
(Yeah) i just been red, fill him with lead
Thick bitch so bad, but I want her instead
Look at my wrist, cost an arm and a leg
I cannot fuck with these niggas, they feds
(Uh) pull up on me, and you goin' to bed
L-M-A-O, bitch, I'm laughin', I'm dead
(Yeah)
I sold the Percs' to a nigga named Kren
(Yeah)
You sippin' green, you gon' turn to a sped
(Yeah)

(Uh, yeah)
Back on my bullshit, I had to show 'em
Talkin' that shit
But I don't even know him (Yeah)
762, it's gon' go for your dome (O oh)
Oh, that's your bitch? She gon'
Give me the dome (O oh)
My bitch, she mad I don't pick up the phone
(Yeah)
Bitch, you not better, I'm takin' my throne
I'm in the function, I stay for the long
Mad at his bitch
'cause she singin' my songs
Oh, there's this ho
And she lovin' my music (Yeah)
I give mixed signals, I know it's confusin'
(Blick) bitch, I'm a bomb
You know that I'm defusing (Blick)
Niggas, they usin' cheat codes in some music
(Yeah) i'm chillin' out
But you know I ain't losin' (Ha)
Bino up in this bitch, we gon' fuse it
(Yeah)
We finna blow up, so you better tune in
(Yeah)

She hit my phone like
"You doin' me wrong"
Bitch, you should know I be leadin' you on
(Oh) tryna get high, but my opp in a bone
SD 45 finna knock off his dome (Yeah)
Crazy how my niggas comin' along (Yeah)
We really up, and ain't doin' it long
(Yeah)
We really up, makin' bread off of songs
(Oh, woah)
He think he better, that lil' nigga drunk
Yeah, my new bitch booty built like a tonka
(Woah)
Got a new CLE, how much it cost ya? (Yo)
Hop out your life, we ain't worried about ya
Never forget all the times
That they doubt you
(Doo doo doo, doo doo doo)
Walk in the buy, he askin' for vouchers
Say he get money, I don't know about ya
(Yeah) purple my cup, bitch
I'm sippin' on chowder
Smokin' on gas, boy
You ain't gettin' louder (Oh no)
New AMG, got the color of powder
Slide through the crib with your bitch
And I pound her
She got that mega brain, no Danny Schrader
Jump in the crowd, at my shows
They be louder (Woah)

Butterfly Doors onlybino!
ОЙДА (OIDA) oxxxymiron

Look at your show, and that shit so pathetic
(On God)
Look at your wallet, that shit so pathetic
(Fuck) look at your bitch, boy
That shit so pathetic
Look at your hair, boy, that shit so pathetic

Bread finna meet, boy, our money magnetic
Lovin' the bread, I think I got a fetish
My choppa takin' his soul, I'ma sell it
He signed a
Never been broke, but my money a relic
Entrepreneur, boy, you can't even spell it
I call up Wes just to knock off your melon
Dick-riding's a crime
And my haters is felons