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Nah, no, nah, nah, that
Niggas think cause you fucking "Chum"
And got all personal that won't go back
to that old fucking shit about talking 'bout
everything all
No, fuck that nigga, I got you, fuck

Grab mittens who have to spit
Actually flick ash at bitch niggas
Harassment, ate nickels of hash, delay quick, and
Dash to Saint pad to taste venison
Still in the business of up little rappers with
Raquets you play tennis with, hated for bank and
Spraying that hotter wind in the of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented with and filetted sentences
Advanced apathy, the man cameras up
Tan khakis, an Dan-dappered up
Vagabond, had it a Padawan
Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands wearing thongs
Grab a bong, and some food, beer, tag along
Get a nice spanking, new catalog
them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch of tea kettle songs

Four deep in a Rover
Riding dirty a Saugus canyon, niggas know that it's the


50 K for the last
But the Dollar still be on deck, nigga it's the motherfuckin'

Yeah, the of a shit-talker
Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth
Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch
Hat never like the print off legit manga
Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya longer
Or a fist off your chin from his wrist launcher
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the roster
Stormed off and straight back like pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably written with some syringes
From out the rubbish bin at local loony clinic
Watching in a room full of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy
Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for
writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious, do like he could lose with spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted full of euphemisms
Stupid, it up, jot it quick, thought out
Toss it back like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket dollars in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka

nigga try to disrespect
Get a fucking to his neck, shout out to Nak, cause it's the


Looking bummy, posted on the block, looking I ain't make
A quarter million off of socks, nigga, it's the