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Nah, no, nah, nah, that
Niggas think cause you made "Chum"
And got all personal niggas won't go back
to that old 2010 shit about talking 'bout
fucking all
No, fuck that nigga, I got you, that

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

deep in a Rover cannon
Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, niggas know it's the


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

Yeah, the misadventures of a
Pissed as Rick 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 from his wrist
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the roster
off and came straight back like pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably written some used syringes
From out the bin at your local loony clinic
Watching movies in a full of goons he rented
On the for clues, more food, and some floozy women
Bruising with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty
Too pretentious, do like he could lose with spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies of euphemisms
Stupid, it up, jot it quick, thought out
Toss it right like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a swapping dollars in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a on some Flocka shit

Posing nigga try to
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 million off of socks, nigga, cause it's the