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[chorus]
got a b_tch wet like a fountain
smokin’ my dope, ok gettin’ high and i’m countin’
all these f_ckin b_tches that keep hittin’ me amountin’
tryna bite my line ok, but they drownin’
bad bad thoughts going through my mind
when a p_ssy boy talk, tryna get in my sight
talk tough too much didn’t put up a fight
like i said before i gotta turn off the lights

[verse 1]
snap back, now u wishin’ for better
take you out quick bye, tell your babe i’ll come get her
a gator praying through the vines
i’m a beast like a vader
a sabre chopping off hands
now you can’t break the layers (can’t break the layers)

i can’t understand why you be talkin
praisin’ up front, behind our backs you be taunting’
flеxing your stacks, they not real, quit flaunting
try to follow our pack, you’re too scarеd, our songs daunting (daunting)

but wait, take a second
alaunt, grab me a beverage
i want, to f_cking finish
but now, you speaking gibberish
british tea, pipin’, that sound matches your timing
we smokin’ that triple drip, grind cush, trippin’ lit
passin’ on our torch, (huh?)
tokin fat, tolkien mordor, (uhh)
find the ring, take the source, (take it, take it)
lay the beat, build the chorus, (aye)

[verse 2]
fetty wap fell off, that’s a flop f_ck the opps
creepin’ round the block, lookin’ for a body drop
give me top, in the coupe, who is you, must be new
you a fool, come around again imma hit you with the tool

or the strap, body count, commas in my bank account
baby mama back up in the lost and found, pass around
puff puff pass, to the dash audemar, hit the gas
whippin’ fast, then i clap back on a diss track
imma run it up then bring it back
say i’m trash, your sh_t wack
run it back, catch a flow
tell that boy runnin’ lips
he gon’ catch this whole clip
take 50k and spend it on a flip
check the crib, i got a airstrip

on a cruise ship, f_ck censorship
i’m explicit, i need a sponsorship
for my spokesmanship
i cop a apprenticeship just to drop out and wait
(run it, wait, oh sh_t)

[verse 3]
all you mothaf_ckas super brain dead, (braindead)
feelin’ like a zombie on the pain meds
p_ssy you gone end up on a white tee despite me
cause it won’t really matter when it’s stained red
ya you know i’m hoppin’ out the mothaf_ckin coupe
b_tch lookin’ at me like i am the f_ckin truth
i just done milly rocked
because these f_ckin bands got me the booth
ya you be trippin’ up
cause you don’t really know the f_ck that you be really doin’

i just dipped my shoe in
b_tch i got my crew and i never stop my movin’
cause ya b_tch i’m provin’

don’t want to correlate no
won’t let you get away no
i just, opened doors to the gate now
i just, made the choice on your face now
made the choice on your fate now
(ay ay ay)

- tokes_ec

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