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2.42

went from benchwarmer to a star
playin heavy metal with these fully’s, we don’t do guitars
i don’t give a f_ck bout who you are
buffs on, fifty on me, feelin like a superstar
in my bag, reach in it, you gon lose an arm
widebody, push the pedal, you gon hear me zoom the car
team player, but i’m always scoring like a shooting guard
i don’t talk, i just let my soul bleed through the bars
full time rapper, been a minute since i tripped with cards
two puffs, sh_t i’m finna take a trip to mars
turned the flash on, runnin off, he ain’t gettin far
must be money on the way, palms itchin hard
ten toes b_tch i’m steppin til my last step
features $5k, used to have to go and jack cash
if she ain’t throwin neck, then i’m bouncin like a bad check
unky said my white buffs remind him of his glass recs
f_cked up, walkin through the rain, yeah i still feel it
so now, every time i’m in the coupe you hear the wheels squealin
they lyin if they said i didn’t always keep it real with em
fl!cked that one f_cker on the fully, i might k!ll switch em
30 on my hip, that ain’t my jean size
justin verlander in the wood, this a 3.5
talkin bout the deep end, and you ain’t even knee high
talkin bout a dub, you ain’t never even seen five
regardless ima need mines
life’s short, sometimes, wish that i could freeze time
cut her off, told her that i need some me time
ima f_ck the sh_t out this b_tch if she keep eyein
high as h_ll, b_tch i’m fly as h_ll
backwoods in rotation, never would i light a tail
reach for this chain, i might f_ck around and die in jail
i’m the goat, if you hatin on me time will tell
it’s $20k in that envelope, b_tch find my mail
brodie off the turtle juice, he movin round like a snail
we gon turn yo ass the f_ck down, you actin hype as h_ll
grindin in my nike sbs, let me find a rail
my white boys got a joint stuffed
pink in my cup, feel like brooks, b_tch i’m oinked up
sb, we up a whole lot, get yo points up
hatin in the comments, i don’t know you, what’s your point bruh?
broke as h_ll, you really finished hatin
you ain’t the plug, i could catch you in the (middleweightin’?)
left the b_tch at sprint, cause i spent like 50 minutes waitin
shooter slimy if he get into a sticky situation
gang too crazy like it’s full of 60 mental patients
glocky off the chain, it get really risky tryna take it
had to cut her off, b_tch was only with me cause i’m famous
sk!llet on the k, really got a 60 biscuit hangin
huh, f_ck around and get yo face burnt
i hope you know you gotta put the pape first
could’ve drove the long sleeve but i came vert
how this lil b_tch got all this ass but she can’t twerk?
cut into her, how that brain work?
diamond tester out, how much that chain worth?
only with the family, but i ain’t durk
dior bust my f_ckin head, eight on the plain shirt

- babytron

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