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Hey sour
(Oh not this again man)
You look so big right now
(Hey leave him alone man)
What are you doing with your life man
(He’s a rapper are you stupid or something)
What do you think you sell drugs now?
Man I don’t wanna hear this shit right now, bro you fucking up my high bro
(You getting that bag sour huh
You gon’ steal another bitch)
Yo shut up already don’t you got a little dick party to go to, c’mon bro
(You’re so cool man)
Shut the f*ck up
(No wonder no one listens to your stupid ass music)
Man f*ck you, you little bitch
Floating into the instrumental
Floating into the music, use it as a drug
And choose it when you bout to loosen up
But that ain’t enough
I get in my cup and I double it up, yeah
My pens a pistol and it ain’t little
No bars are simple, Sour rap, I’m nimble
With the pen I hit a triple on the court I never dribble
I make the shot where I’m at, yeah
Y’all act like I didn’t rap, like I’m in this for the bread
So I stood here through the threats
White boy with the dreads
Rather end up dead then to pretend
Like I’m not better than them
Yeah, it makes me wanna lose it
With the music, use it as an escape
Roll up, create
Soak in something to feel good
So these kids can relate
Yeah, as I educate a wise man once said to roll up
Break that shit down
Then roll that shit up, ay
Break that shit down
Then roll that shit up, ay
Break that shit down, ay, ay
Break that shit down
Then roll that shit up, ay
Break that shit down
And then you pour a cup, yeah
Break that shit down
And then you roll up, ay
Break that shit down
And then you pour a cup, ay
Break that shit down
Then roll that shit up, ay
Break that shit down
And then you pour a cup, yeah
Break that shit down
Then roll that shit up, ay
Break that shit down
And then you pour a cup, ay
Break that shit down
Roll that shit up
Got a quarter pound
Hidden in the trunk
Break it down soon as I hit the pad
I’m getting mad, man I forgot the paper
Never forget the cream, but how am I supposed inhale vapor
Spent my last 20 on a taper, now I’m wheezing like darth vader
Wait, had to break that shit down
To float away on a wave
Too high of a frequency to even explain
I’m a monster, can’t be contained
I can’t be tamed, I play games
With your brain, cause I’m insane
So you’re insane, if you like what’s playing
Or what I’m saying
My words spray like paint
I paint pictures, aim swifter
Range gifted, not rover
Word to scooby, I’m a pot roaster
Not a chef, but cook that dope though
Never solo, but always dolo
Keep a thirty two bars always loaded bro
Cold as frozone, hold on
Shawty wanna take a pic
Later tryna imagine my dick
I’m a trip, but not to Acapulco
Hold four, but not loco
Got two hands, that’s Ocho
F*ck your promo and f*ck a photo
Sour

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