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self produced, bass from brrzrrkrr
im feelin pretentious ill piss on a peon,
fr get the lettuce ill piss on u peasants,
lil bitch need attention ye she gonna get it,
a shoulder to lean on,
no fuck shit no flexin i said it i men t it
ill snatch your speggeti,
hit em wit the top down all black black mask back slap now were the pesos,
wait! whats that? clap bow were did they go?
really whats the issue if he out here tellin fables,
sippin on some shit good loud keep me stable,
drinkin way too much might drown or they say so,
got a pocket ace n all 10 shottas do not play no,
why count cards type of nigga flipin tables,
damn its who u winnin with be thinkin that u owe them shit,
they schemin how to fold you quick u deadas u wont notice shit,
i bet you think you know this shit its different when its ur own clique,
i checked it made me grow a bit a shame that growth is painful,
shitty that im bitter spittin so distasteful,
how that go nah ill prolly never change tho,
wisdom from the ditches left me rude but never hateful,
never get it twisted pull a pistol for the paper,
trenches left me desperate, gotta go n get it,
foldem for the fetta never gonna let up,
glow is solar get it, fuck ur twitter mentions,
catch me in the west end, never see me sweatin,
servin demons get it, we just feind confetti,
screamin machaveli, beast of burdan bently,
glow is solar get it, fuck ur twitter mentions,
catch me in the west end, never see me sweatin,
just like sushi im movin that fish scale raw,
i got no groupies but loosies loosen they bra,
her nigga tried to use loonies to cop a rock,
i like to slap on the booty like bass guitar,
niggas think they bout dat, hold up,
said to never leave the treasure, fumble, no,
sad sack tap dance stumble more,
been finessin since eleven yall dunno,
autos go, bro bro bro
sometimes i be thinkin i dont wanna sell dope,
say it one time i wont say it anymore,
if im lookin lil tired please dont test me im on go,
i dont want no problems but u really tryna start em,
if u playin with the profit then u playin with my soul,
called up cause the product wasnt really wutchu call it,
now i gott ya momma cryn out no no no,
u stupido us a joke,
all u do is cruise control,
sometimes all i see is ghosts
and then i wanna do some blow,
we deep in the trenches we glowin like neon,
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