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Nah, no, nah, nah, that
Niggas think cause you fucking "Chum"
And got all personal that niggas go back
to old fucking 2010 shit about talking 'bout
fucking all
No, that nigga, I got you, fuck that

Grab mittens who to spit blizzardous
flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas
Harassment, ate nickels of hash, quick, and then
Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to taste
Still in the business of up little rappers with
Raquets you play tennis with, for bank lifting and
Spraying that hotter in the shade of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented haze and filetted sentences
apathy, smashing the man cameras up
Tan khakis, an antagonist up
Vagabond, had it a Padawan
Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands flannel thongs
Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag
Get a nice spanking, new Sears
Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and
Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea songs

Four deep in a Rover
Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, niggas know that the


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

Yeah, the of a shit-talker
Pissed as Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager
Known to sit and the sins off at the pitch alter
Hat backwards like the print off legit manga
Get it? Like a pill, make ya stick longer
Or a swift fist off your chin his wrist launcher
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks
Stormed off and came straight like pigs' posture
Naw, probably written with some used syringes
From out the rubbish bin at your local clinic
Watching movies in a room of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy
Bruising gimmicks the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and scented
Too pretentious, do pretend like he could with spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies of euphemisms
Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick, out
Toss it right back a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket swapping in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a on some Flocka shit

Posing try to disrespect
Get a thunder 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