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[intro: yung flexican]
ayyyyeee
yung flexican in dis b_tch yuh diggg
aye aye ayeee
we back at it
jus smoked a cig
ayyyee
what?

[verse 1: yung flexican]
walk in dat b_tch now dat p_ssy boy runnin (dippin!)
feel no remorse b_tch a body ain’t nothin (don’t feel sh_t!)
do what yu rap about stop wit tha bluffin (haha)
yu ain’t on sh_t little b_tch yu ain’t thuggin (p_ssy!)
point a gun at me and ima say shoot me! (scaredy)
yu ain’t a k!lla lul boy yu’s a goofy
yo hands is shakin i hear ur heart racin
steel toe to tha jaw yu face down on tha pavement
muhf_cka im ragin might go super saiyan (aaaahhhhh)
might go onna k!llstreak if yu test my patience
it’s bodies on bodies dey stink up tha bas_m_nt (ewww!)
mask on my face b_tch i feel like i’m jason (slasher!)
nightmare like freddy wit double machetes
yu asked fo tha beef boy yu shoulda been ready (in yo dreams)
i left wit a glocky came back wit a shotty (boom boom boom boom)
(boom boom)if yu actin funny we shoot up yo party (boom boom boom)
we shoot up yo show and we shoot up yo crib (boom boom boom)
(boom boom boom) and we shootin at everyone even yo b_tch
don’t be surprised boy my gun don’t discriminate
pleading tha fifth cuz i’ll never incriminate (f_ck 12!)
boy yu’s a simp, took her onna dinner date
b_tch ima pimp, her p_ssy my dinner plate (haha!)
snap like a turtle get jumped like a hurdle
dat fye to his face got his sh_t turnin purple (d_mn!)
i bust in yo hoe cuz dat b_tch is infertile
no fakes in my circle rock shows no rehearsal
i don’t sleep at night cuz a yungin nocturnal! (ayyye aye!)

[verse 2: indigo chopper]
yaaahhhhh
f_ck around catch a death beam
need a emt
you mess with me
i am a king
shoot you in your knee (woah)
make you an amputee
hit your b_tch with the muf_ckin ding a ling (haha!)
p_ssy you’re weak
don’t f_ck with me (yahhh!)
we pull up deep (uh huh)
we k!ll you in your sleep (uh huh)
my n_gga you a sheep
shape shift mystique (yeah)
pull up ttc
i know you see me (yuh uh!)

grippin on that f_ckin rocket
yeah you know it’s in my pocket
f_ck around and imma blast it
let you b_tch ass p_ssys have it (yuh)

death cult
death cult
yeah i’m in a death cult
yeah i’m writing death notes
pull up on your b_tch with the death stroke

death cult death cult
yeah i’m in a death cult
yeah i’m writing death notes (okay!)
pull up on your b_tch with the death stroke (ugh!)

cum in her mouth watch her drip (ew!)
this b_tch better gurgle not spit
this b_tch gonna swallow my kids (okay uh!)
make her throw up on my d_ck (bleghhh!)

and you know i’m goin in raw
shut up b_tch just give me jaw (b_tch!)
hot and cold like menopause
b_tch you cannot stomp on this yard (uh!)

- chanthereaper

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