Fucci Hatchet (feat. Salty Mc) [Remastered]

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The decibel (symbol: dB) is a unit of measurement used to express the ratio of one value of a physical property to another on a logarithmic scale. It can be used to express a change in value (e.g., +1 dB or −1 dB) or an absolute value. In the latter case, it expresses the ratio of a value to a reference value; when used in this way, the decibel symbol should be appended with a suffix that indicates the reference value, or some other property. For example, if the reference value is 1 volt, then the suffix is "V" (e.g., "20 dBV"), and if the reference value is one milliwatt, then the suffix is "m" (e.g., "20 dBm").There are two different scales used when expressing a ratio in decibels depending on the nature of the quantities: power and field (root-power). When… more »

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I'm still smashing rorts in my Kappa shorts
Switching up, I've been having thoughts
Rik poured up yeah this habit bores me
Tripping cos I havn't caught slee
They're showing off, we ain't applauding
Nodding off from the lean that is pouring
Everyone's fucked like we at an orgy
Drip on me like I'm Young Thug
GHB got my lungs puffed
Rikodiene up in my cup
Spitting mean at these dud cunts
Your quart was six g's? man tough luck
They wanna spit free's I'm like nah uh
Style ain't free you dumb cunts
Trynna leave the scene with some slut, but
I ain't even shaming neither
If she gon' keep up with me im'ma need a diva
But the drugs in her purse got her seeming evil
Looking at the demon like pleased to meet you
Trappings supply not consumption
They're two faced; why I don't vibe with the f*ck-wits
Want the top spot but I ain't gonna suck dick
Too much pressure, I'm finna cut sick

I'm with Salty getting peppered as
Oxycontin and the rest and that
We got sesh and bags, we got X and caps
We got xans in bots, mix the with Rik' with Jack
We got base and gack, if you want smoke catch a baseball bat
Or Drew with the hatchet, he's ratchet lad
Four xans deep, and I don't give a f*ck
I'll pull up to your house just to bash your Dad
My stats are maxed, I've got cash to grab
I got jobs to do, and that bag of coke that I had to have
Want a Louis belt, I've got a Gucci bag
And I still rock Salty's fucci hat
Ellesse from Drew and a ml of the G off Lucy
I'm stupid as, two oh one to the grave we're the future lad
Kappa fits we're still rapping sick
We're still sipping Rik' it's Actavis
Take a lot of shit, we might overdose just on accident
From the South-West to the Gong,
Me and Salty punching bongs
We just split lean on the carpet, I just got blood on my maxi's
You wouldn't last were we're from
We're insomi-gacks, you're just cowards
I'm fucked for life, I'm a Debbie Downer
Off of plenty downers, got the uppers to
And I've been up for hours, trapping like I'm back at Macca's
"I'm Lovin' It" flipping a quarter pounder
They all astounded, yelling "two oh one"
Now they all around us, it's f*ck the jacks
I've got a case still, still trapping packs to get paid still
Me and Salty been 'earching the gong for that H still
Just jokes but we blaze bill's and we take pills
It's 201 to the grave still
Hahahaha

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