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[intro]
“my father was a drinker and a fiend. one night he goes off crazier than usual. he turns to me and says, ‘why so serious?'”
stupid dog, i ain’t gon’ lie, this b_tch hard

[verse 1: babytron]
voice kinda raspy, off a eighth of runtz and deuce of wock’
mr. get it in and probably make a dub by two o’clock
told the somerset gucci i need all the shoes and socks
feeling j_panese, when it’s beef, i gotta use the chop
lying ’bout what’s in yo coffee cup, that’s a ice cap
f_ck a pair of buffs, brodie sliding, tryna life sn_tch
he was off the drugs, took his kit, that’s a hijack
heavy load, ran it up so quick, i need a ice pack

[verse 2: trdee]
sick as h_ll we still balling, living like the flu game
dog sh_t militia, sorry, i don’t carry loose change
told her bring hеr friends and she pulled up with a d_way
three piеce, let him figure out who giving who brain
stack it if i fall, i know benji gon’ come pick me up
talking ’bout her ex? i told that b_tch i do not give a f_ck
on a different mission, on my mind is just to run it up
feel like scissorhands from the way i’m always cutting up

[verse 3: babytron]
feel like switching hands, paint stepping like i’m mike jordan
seen an opp and beat him, could’ve k!lled him, that’s just light horsing
talking ’bout i’m up a hunnid? better times four
forgiatos, on that fast thang, i only ride foreigns
bro got the gucci belt, he got some bodies under it
if i’m in the club, b_tch, it’s probably thundering
unky spot up on that corner shooting, robert covington
high as h_ll taking puffs, sipping wocky, hovering
[verse 4: trdee]
catch him out and we gon’ give him shots like it’s cvs
she don’t suck no d_ck? i sent her home just like i’m dps
i’m sick yo brother folded like a 3ds
she like, “dee, you bet not do the dash, you gon’ get me wet”
all this money ’round, it just seem like you don’t wanna eat
wasn’t in the kitchen but i swore i still took the heat
i’ma start to think you really slow, you cuff another freak
she gon’ let me f_ck because she like the way i rap on beats

[verse 5: babytron]
i don’t think i’ll ever sell a gram, i’m a scam addict
running off? i’ma add the flash and point the mag at him
star player, getting buckets, i be stat packing
sushi roll in the ksubi jeans, it got my pants sagging

[verse 6: trdee]
pulled up for a physical, this b_tch is always feeling me
stan punched a stock, i’m tired of this b_tch kicking me
you won’t see me out because i’m somewhere where the chicken be
diamonds really dance, almost had the strippers tipping me

[verse 7: babytron & trdee]
pull up on yo b_tch, she treating d_ck like a lollipop
brodie popped a oxy’ and he dizzy off a wocky pop
she a bad kid with the head, got some messy top
when i seen her out, she was ugly like a lefty shot
leave an f imprinted on yo face off these fendi flops
he acting like a tough guy but i can tell he not
i don’t know exactly where i’m going but it’s to the top
keep applying pressure on the daily, f_ck [?] stop

- shittyboyz

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