Eureka

作词 : Tyree Simmons

作曲 : Tyree Simmons

And when I bust I yell, "Eureka"

And when I bust I yell, "Eureka"

(Datpiff.com world premiere)

Six bitch

Dropped out of school, I ****ed the teacher

Spent a mill on misdemeanor

Miss my brodies, miss Aaliyah

Spendin' money like amnesia

Spent some money on sativa

Got that strip club diabetes

Make it rain cats and dogs

All night long, I need PETA

White girl, black diva

I'm in here ****ing on a zebra

I beat it up like John Cena

Talkin' crazy, bilingual

Put some diamonds in my teethers

It's got me lookin' like a genius

Leave you bloody like a fetus

Cut your tongue off, leave you speechless

Put some money on subpoenas

Could've gave that to Miss Cita

****ing stuntin', he a skeezer

From the heart and out the speakers

I was young, I heard the preacher

I grew up and met the reaper

That codeine my anesthesia

Tried to kick but this ain't FIFA

She snort one line, want a sequel

She snort two and want a threesome

She snort three lines, yell Adidas

When I bust I yell "Eureka"

When I bust I yell "Eureka"

When she bust she yell for Jesus

Drop her off at the cathedral

She come back with a bunch of singles

Phones are tapped, we switch the lingo

Hustle where the grass is greener

Clean the blood off the walls

Then break out the Stanley Steamer

It's a drought on cocaina

I know routes through Pasedena

I got two keys of that Bieber

Call 'em Justin and Justina

Sippin' on that Angelina

I'm low profile in a Beamer

Where it's sour, could be sweeter

I got sugar, I got creamer

More extremer, more obscener

Doin' numbers, yellin' "bingo"

Coca leaf so come and get some

White power from a negro

Spent some money on my legal

And that money was illegal

That's my bloody, that's my migo

Reppin' cinco like he Tito

I'm gettin' high under gazebo

With a bride and no tuxedo

I'm a ****in magnet, Magneto

Hit that shit like the R.I.C.O

Young money with no wrinkles

Hot tubbin' with the chicas

Run around naked like they streakers

Run around this bitch like Ezekiel

Good Quality coke, that's GQ

Boy this bass don't need no EQ

She snort one line, want a sequel

When I bust I yell "Eureka"

Took her out the game, sent her to the bleachers

Kick her out in style, Balenciaga sneakers

Broke up with my bitch, I feel like shit my dog

She kept talkin' fifty-fifty, had to split my dog

She kept on fallin' in and out of love, I tripped her dog

Told me eat or get ate, so I sipped her dog

I'ma go platinum, she single

She blow up my phone, but the shit got no ringer

Bought her a ring but I left with a finger

Stack up my cake and I bust down some zingers

Hello, ho, you gots to go, ho

I'm on the road, ho

High profile, movin' work on the low

Smokin' OG, girl you gotta go

Know you ain't on, girl you gotta know

Got that backward, girl, you kinda slow

The snakeskin I know you see on, this a no

And when I bust I yell eureka, yeah

And when I bust I yell eureka, yeah

And when we **** it's for no reason, yeah

Record that shit and watch the reruns, yeah

And when I bust I yell eureka, yeah

That's some sick shit, yeah

That's some sick shit, yeah

That's some sick shit