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Said a hit of liquid heroin
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with
'Til one of us in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the spliff in eyes
You ain't gon' 'til you die
bitch on my side
She bitching I'm spitting habitual
I hit her up my jet land
Got a swisher in my headband
Front page news, I'm Jesus
bagels with no cable on
Been fucking hoes since Mase was on
I that Basedgod hears my prayers
One day you're here, the next day you're
So me and Earl smoking weed on Jay-Z's
Some dope rap on ho ass, Tony Womack
Don't hold back, no, your girl Cognac
a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off Twitter even keeps a list
Pittsburgh, down somewhere in a Fisker
I could your bitch with a whisper and diss her
ho
She only dumb cause she love though
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 'em raw cause I know they fertile
In Myrtle Beach a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies playing Für
I'm Ron Burgundy with Hercules
Slap a bitch in the if she curse at me
I said Josh's beard is like Revere
When he walk in the room like God is here
I'm at a shop in Montauk throwing tomohawks
At civilians I'm

I'm on the nigga
She taking it like a
And I'm proud of her
I'm on the couch where that loud is
I'm shouting, "I fuck with you"
Cause I don't, never a ho
But we play doctor, ma
Open for thermometer
Your crotch riding
With a clean, fro, lopsided
Tell the that I want a white driver
And tell him give me space, I know that nigga
Bold ass fuckin' low class villian
Whole van tinted, nope can't him
the Trashwang nigga, that's what's up
Half pint of hope in that cup
Real nigga from the 'til the casket shut
his own case as a basket one
Present-day based nigga, smack the
Riding them same niggas ashin' blunts
While that bass make his like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, take the and run
Know that if he fake I'm him
Took the big toe so they tagged the
Out here stuntin' like I'm to, dog
Blowing smoke than a broke exhaust
Pipe only spirit that I menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch you know these paws
like it's '62
Spit and my genitals
My bitch to split the
My niggas split the

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

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