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Fuck the population ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, you know? Yeah, I used to fuck around with your mama, you my godson Fully switchy, better pray that God come Or at least that the cops come How the fuck you lookin' for the opps? You got a prop gun White sticks, black sticks, yin yang Hit him with that fully switch like bing-bang Had to put the work in before the rings came I'm either high or the weed taste like cheesecake Rockstar, I've been high a hundred weeks straight You ain't tryna get to it, I can't relate She want a dub for her neck, that's some cheap brain ShittyBoyz caught him out, he got some pee stains Did the st-st-stomp, I got some creased Bapes Bougie bitch hit the crib tryna freeze grapes Bougie bitch wake up tryna eat crêpes Hit tens, tote nines, and we drink eights The type of head that I'm gettin', I might be late Is the weed laced? I can't think straight You can't get me on a track unless that fee paid I'm in love with the drank, think it's V-Day Lando pulled up in that Yukon, not an E-lade It was 2022 if I had on three chains 2016, your bitch made it to my keepsake Through the white buffs on my face, I can't see hate Everythin' seems great, don't it? Karo'd doggy bone, he in a fake coma Moved into a new crib, I might just grab a Bape sofa It was cream, but I turned it to a grape soda In the hood iced out, you'd think I scrape yola I'm an A-hole, Yae Yae on PA, Jordan's off the drank cup Finna get my nod on, Morton's off the Faygo Hoes do it pronto whatever I say so Ride around, big TRX, body in the back I can't show my every move, they copyin' the cat Mind stuck on the grind, need some Wocky for a nap Militia conversations be like, "Copy, roger that" Pause, but I don't like how the wood taste I forgot how to push brakes Overdid the shrooms and the juice, I can't look straight I'll get the whole hood spanked on a good day 308s turn his beanie to a pair of earmuffs He rollin' bullshit, it gotta be some hard-to-hear Runtz I'm finna fuck my favorite opp's bitch I'm finna fuck my favorite opp's bitch to start the year up Looked at my bank account, I might tear up It ain't changed since high school, you still a weird fuck Little weird butt He ain't never dropped a pair of buffs, he must fear Hutch ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, you know? Y'all keep bringin' up the old Tron, fuck the old Tron ShittyBoyz
Writer(s): James Johnson, Quad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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