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Said a hit of liquid heroin
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar Anakin
one of us leave in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the spliff in eyes
You gon' live 'til you die
bitch on my side
She I'm spitting habitual lies
I hit her up when my jet
Got a swisher tucked in my
Front news, I'm young Jesus
Eating bagels no cable on
Been fucking since when Mase was on
I hope that Basedgod hears my
One day you're here, the next day gone
So me and Earl smoking weed on Jay-Z's
dope rap on your ho ass, Tony Womack
Don't hold back, no, feed your Cognac
Meet a bitch, wit her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off Twitter even Schindler a list
Pittsburgh, broke down in a Fisker
I could pull your bitch with a and diss her
ho
She only dumb cause she love that
Somewhere getting high Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come through and watch Adjustment
("That's a movie!")
Moms love me cause I'm so
I fuck 'em raw I know they fertile
In Myrtle Beach a purple fleece
lobbies playing Für Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed Hercules
a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me
I said Josh's is like Paul Revere
When he walk in the it's like God is here
I'm at a prop in Montauk throwing tomohawks
At I'm chilling

I'm on the nigga
She taking it a champ
And I'm of her nigga
I'm on the couch that loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I fuck with you"
Cause I don't, love a ho
But we play doctor, ma
Open wide for
Your crotch riding
a clean, faded fro, lopsided
Tell the that I want a white driver
And tell him give me space, I don't know that
Bold ass little fuckin' low class
van tinted, nope can't kill him
It's the nigga, that's what's up
Half of hope in that plastic cup
Real nigga the start 'til the casket shut
Present his own as a basket one
Present-day nigga, smack the judge
with them same niggas ashin' blunts
While that bass make his like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, the cash and run
Know that if he I'm harrassin' him
Took the big toe so they tagged the
Out stuntin' like I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing smoke than a broke exhaust
Pipe only spirit that I menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these
Living it's '62
Spit and my genitals
My bitch to split the
My split the residuals

Hey, it's fields
Pot growing, Gil Scott
Heron while we pop
run and kill cop
Niggas I feel not
For 'em, stop bitching,
and get that grill knocked open

Hey, it's fields
Pot growing, Gil Scott
Heron while we pop
run and kill cop
Niggas I feel not
For 'em, stop bitching,
Stare and get that knocked open