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[intro]
josh, turn it up!

[verse 1: nytro]
c_ck it back and bang, i’ma let my choppa sing (woohoo, hey!)
one, two, three it’ll count heads when i’m in the paint

[verse 2: drakehart]
i might pop you like a molly, leave yo’ body shakin on the couch (yeah!)
give you two or three, and now you foamin’ out yo’ f_ckin’ mouth
over dosing, body frozen
not a k!ller, but you know (yeah, hey!)
i do not give a f_ck about a thing, b_tch i’m mean
really pull up, knock the grillz right off yo’ t__th (yeah, hey!)
f_ck with me (yeah, hey!)
every single move i make is heat, air out the grave for me
i’m movin’ gracefully, i do not take defeat
catchin’ a dub, and you know that i love it, ‘cause i just be winning, and countin’ the chee’ (yеah, hey)
this sh_t a breeze (yeah, hеy, yeah, hey)
cool as f_ck i got that ice like mr. freeze
big body whip, i pull up then i leave the scene
shout out thrash and pyro, i dap up with mr. clean
shouts out the bro, countin’ up dough, can’t f_ck with hoes, i’m finna blow
i’m finna blow!

[bridge: drakehart]
body bags and burnin’ whips
i count up checks and cash a b_tch
you f_ck with me, you catch a fist
i’m tired of being a pacifist
f_ck with this, i go ballistic
callin’ shots, i never miss ‘em
crash the whip, it hit like missile
grip my d_ck, just like a pistol
[verse 3: drakehart & stop living]
give respect, i’d never hit ya
dap me up, i’m f_ckin with ya
handle business, then dismiss ya
this a little intermission
houston think we got a problem
he’s an opp, we f_ckin’ off ‘em
often off ‘em, this sh_t common
you ain’t ready for whats comin’ (yeah!)
b_tch i be sh_ttin’ and p_ssin’ all over yo’ grave, stoppy the great
k!llin’ myself everyday, thinkin’ “stop living he a mistake”
wait, wait (hey!)
ask me if i give a f_ck about anything!
b_tch i cut my wrist with a razor blade!
if a p_ssy try me i’ma hit ‘em in the face!
fat ass rapper i dont fit in the grave!
like “hey!, woah!”, posted with the poles!
.556 leave you dead in the f_ckin’ road!

[bridge: stop living & nytro]
pull up with a razor blade, hit you in the f_ckin’ face
dyin’ real slow, you met your fate
pop on yo granny, i’m a family disgrace
(z06 and a h_llcat, we gon’ run the block)
homie wanna’ talk, he get smoked, like he’s made of pot
(hey, hey, hey, hey, bait, bait)
[verse 4: nytro]
woah!, gimmie’ a second (what, what!)
all of my verses are really a blessing (woah, woah!)
cranking all my speakers up to eleven, don’t mind me i’ma keep on flexin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
got a few bills in the bank, got new wheels on my h_llcat, brand new paint
audemars feel this weight (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
got a new hj cuban on its way
bro i be fightin’ like conor mcgregor (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
you think that you know me, well i know you better (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
and honestly i’ma stay cool and collected, ’til i see a platinum on all of these records (yeah!)

- synergy int

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