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It's summer, and I'm chillin on my steps my little crew
Just like the videos, just like all the little do
We voice love to the heads we that walk past
Sunshine and smilin, Livin out of a glass
And I talk fast it comes to girls
Hey baby I'm just a nut tryin to a squirrel
we could shut the world up
Let some slug your life
she hypes an eyebrow up, like
"What do you mean?" and I buggin like
"If I was to you home would you keep me
Would you feed me, you pet me
Would I you till your sleepy?"
She I'm creepy, and walked off
Too late, I already got off on the fact you even
You knew I'd treat you an object
You knew I was a rapper, you knew it was the
For us rapper men to women infront of friends
Nonetheless; here comes kid Sean that I used to be cool with
Went to school with, now this kid is talkin shit
Gettin supper with his lips about
how I stuck his supposedly
What the fuck is supposed to be
got nuts, hes alone, I'm wit crew
Now me what the fuck I'm supposed to do
I spew. Look (???) makes of cartoons
And I to know your bitch sleeps in until the afternoon
Honestly, my man, you don't me
Cause Everybody bleeds, now go and ask seed who his father be

I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"

Now Sean kicked my ass, I ain't lie, ain't gonna laugh
It wasnt fun, but 'em, I'ma get my gun
Shit like that gets done in the of rap
If pushin on ya vibe, you just a pussy if it slides
So I sprint up flights, Get into the feet whipe on the door
Draggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the floor
Couldn't believe my squad stood there and watched
Word to God, this boy tellin me to it on my cock
I'm amped, and I'ma shoot every out there
I'm ill, and I'm gonna prove that when I get back downstairs
Into the bedroom, my aimed at the closet
Visualizing the top shelf, thats the shoebox is
I the top up, enough to fit my hand in
into the box in a frenzy, realizing that it's empty
Hand in the box, head festers in an open stun
Then I remember, I don't own a gun

"What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, What, What"

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