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{intro]
what? what? what?
what?
what?

[chorus]
i’m a f_ckin arby’s vet i make the roast beef classic (d_mn)
told this stupid b_tch on drive thru we do not have no d_mn ham
my pockets so swollen yea they filled up with some god d_mn racks
i flew out to nyc to chrome hearts yea to drop a bag

[verse 1]
pop 3 percs yea to relax
go and hit balenciaga next
dior, marni, versace (what)
your b_tch, she on me
like get the, the f_ck up off me
i do not want you on me

[verse 2]
i smoke runtz straight out the pack
pop 3 xans yea back to back
while in action pop a tab
i might lose my focus d_mn
i cannot submit defeat, can’t get knocked off my d_mn feet
arby gang yea the whole fleet, we gon knock out yo front t__th
i gotta say f_ck all them opps, we spin the block and leave ya top popped
we leave wendy gang yea at the bottom
we don’t even got no competition, to backlxne gang yall better listen
sippin on wok we don’t f_ck with tris b_tch
we don’t f_ck with 12 yea we ain’t no snitches
[chorus]
i’m a f_ckin arby’s vet i make the roast beef classic (d_mn)
told this stupid b_tch on drive thru we do not have no d_mn ham
my pockets so swollen yea they filled up with some god d_mn racks
i flew out to nyc to chrome hearts yea to drop a bag

- 248betz

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