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

Grab mittens who have to spit
Actually flick cigarette ash at niggas
Harassment, ate of hash, delay quick, and then
Dash to Saint pad to taste venison
Still in the business of up little rappers with
Raquets you play tennis with, hated for lifting and
Spraying that wind in the shade of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented with haze and sentences
apathy, smashing 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, momma and some food, beer, tag
Get a nice spanking, new catalog
Send them nettled to the bezzle stop, dead and wrong
Get 'em than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs

Four deep in a Rover
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 of a shit-talker
Pissed as Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager
to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
Hat never backwards like the off legit manga
Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick
Or a swift fist off your chin his wrist launcher
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the roster
off and came straight back like pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably written with some used
From out the bin at your local loony clinic
Watching movies in a full of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some women
gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of
Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick, out
Toss it right back like a vodka
Spot him on a rocket swapping in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of at a copper on some Flocka shit

Posing try to disrespect
Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak, cause the


Looking bummy, posted on the block, like I ain't make
A quarter million off of socks, nigga, cause the