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It's summer, and I'm chillin on my with my little crew
Just like the videos, like all the little rappers do
We voice love to the heads we know that walk
Sunshine and smilin, out of a shot glass
And I talk fast when it to girls
Hey baby I'm just a nut to fuck a squirrel
Maybe we shut the world up
Let some slug into your
Suddenly she hypes an up, like
"What do you mean?" and I start like
"If I was to fallowed you home you keep me
Would you feed me, you pet me
I fuck you till your sleepy?"
She said I'm creepy, and off
Too late, I already got off on the fact you even
You I'd treat you like an object
You I was a rapper, you knew it was the trend
For us rapper men to disrespect women of friends
here comes that kid Sean that I used to be cool with
Went to school with, now this kid is talkin fool
supper touchy with his lips about
how I his bitch supposedly
What the is this supposed to be
got nuts, hes alone, I'm wit crew
Now tell me what the I'm supposed to do
I spew. Look (???) makes of cartoons
And I happen to know your sleeps in until the afternoon
Honestly, my man, you bother me
Everybody bleeds, now go and ask your 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 gonna lie, gonna laugh
It wasnt fun, but fuck 'em, get my gun
Shit like gets done in the world of rap
If they 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 wood
Couldn't believe my squad stood there and watched
to God, this boy tellin me to blame it on my cock
I'm amped, and shoot every motherfucker out there
I'm ill, and I'm gonna prove that shit I get back downstairs
Into the bedroom, my aimed at the closet
the top shelf, thats where the shoebox is
I push the top up, enough to fit my in
Reach into the box in a frenzy, realizing it's empty
Hand rests in the box, head in an open stun
Then I remember, I even 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 like "What, What, Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, What, What"

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