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[intro]
i spin the block till i’m nauseous
speed in that wraith ’til i’m cautious
i spin the block till i’m nauseous
speed in that wraith ’til i’m cautious
(slizzy going crazy)

[chorus]
i spin the block ’til i’m nauseous
speed in that wraith ’til i’m car sick (skrt, skrt skrt)
p_ssy you better be cautious
i run the city, some boss sh_t (boss)
i got some shooters like opp did
moving that weight this ain’t cross fit (bah, bah, bah)
you cannot f_ck with the goddess
p_ssy boy must be agnostic (atheist)
i turn this b_tch to a moshpit
speak on my name and we pop sh_t (pop, pop, pop)
whipping that wet like hibachi
brodie gon’ slide with a chopstick (grrraaahhh)
pop me a perky, a roxy
rocking all black like i’m gothic (gothic)
look at the way that i’m flossing
fletchy ain’t taking no losses (woo)
swerving all over the freeway
only way i know the g way
told him that he like ’em d wade (yeah)
i turn this b_tch into d day, aye
b_tch you ain’t gеtting no leeway (bah, bah)
ball on these b_tches likе ea
might catch a body i’m dk (the k!ller)
[verse 1]
aye, scooping your b_tch up
she suck the cl!ck up, now she got hiccups (hiccups)
aye, flooding my wrist up
i got my drip up, bet i won’t slip up (bet i won’t slip)
aye, ballin’ like nba
you hoes at the park playing pick up (swish)
at the club taking shot, after shot, after shot
you touch me i’m picking that bl!ck up (bow)
eenie, miney, mo b_tches
can’t decide, it’s no picking (woah)
with the pirates, more chicken
this is not a rotisserie (yeah)
touch the squad and go missing (bah, bah)
see the watch it’s no nixon
watergate on this richard (water)
millie bobby brown sniffing
white b_tch, nose dripping
here’s another flow switch

[verse 2]
and it go like
simply put, i’m the greatest to do this sh_t
me versus whoever man
i don’t care who it is (nah)
gnaw on the mic, act a fool like i’m ludacris
i meditate when i smoke with my buddhist b_tch
rolls or the urus, (yeesh) depend on what mood i’m in
y’all looking back
talking ’bout what you could’ve been (oh yeah)
putting in work, in the stu’
where you should’ve been
‘stead you was googling (?) (pulling in)
[bridge]
aye, getting them racks
chasing them plaques
smoking that thrax
back of the ‘llac
tryna relax, just check out my stats (just check out my stats)
i don’t trust (?)
my city so fast it was dead
now i got that b_tch jumping like jack (jack)
fletchy so dope, when he drop
everybody get hooked
like he lyrically cooking off crack (crack)
aye

- fletchy2fat

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