Whatthefu?
YKK
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Yo f*ck adlibs And f*ck reverb And Kurtis f*ck your stupid fucking Batmobile (Aye) All this Champaign I fear for my liver All of these clones like Simon and richter I cannot hear shit like a fuckin whisper Ice on my fist I can't help but shiver Out of this world like OutKast Snap on a beat like a mouse trap He say he flexing all I hear is loud cap Living like a movie (This is an overused line) These bitches suck me off like browsers inside story Getting blue hundreds like I'm searching tryna find dory Switching it up again Clear it like Sudafed Floor it I floor it Cause I'm bout to move ahead In a Mercedes I'm going like 80 I leave them in second like princess daisy What the f*ck did I make It's experiment time F*ck a truck in a wraith Leaving sediment lines And dust clouds Burning rubber spicy hot kung pao I'm up now Stage set This my time to run out Tell a motherfucker you ain't shit Money talk like Chris Tucker stacking up a few bills Never going under the limit I'm flooring the whip Ain't no time for slumber no malifecent in this bitch (Hopped in my whip, going fast ain't got no manners huh) (These bitches strip, Carmageddon all these rappers) (Just pulled out the wraith) (It was a hell of a night) (It was a hell of a night) (You can see me shine all me teeth now solid gold) (All this money on me I can't even make my wallet fold) (It was a hell of a night) (It was a hell of a night) Bitch I'm on top of the world like 8Ball Mere seconds for I blow up I'm feeling like napalm Pull a Carti giving them a whole lotta shit Wearing silk no my shirts ain't cotton Lil bitch Trill shit out of my way like snorlax 1 6 Y'all falling like obi I'm on top like Finn Rose gold rocking the watch won't go broke Cold clothes bitch I'm iced out like Frozone Ain't no jokes Bitch I be reaching my own goals The stones sold Ima put the game in a choke hold Swerving in that Maserati Iced out I'm wearing tommy This ain't no blonde But these bitches call me Flee to my hideout feeling like Giovanni Out on the highway at 150CC (Hopped in my whip, going fast ain't got no manners huh) (These bitches strip, Carmageddon all these rappers) (Just pulled out the wraith) (It was a hell of a night) (It was a hell of a night) (You can see me shine all me teeth now solid gold) (All this money on me I can't even make my wallet fold) (It was a hell of a night) (It was a hell of a night) (As soon as I made the beat it was there very rare times where it's like, feeling so overwhelmed) (Lyrically I wanted to write about swagging out or bragging) (F*ck you, you gon catch a hot one too) (Feel my wrath) (66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass) (F*ck you, you gon catch a hot one too) (Feel my wrath) (66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass) You see me hopping out them flashy cars Speeding hella fast Mere seconds ima travel far Cops ain't on my ass I don't wanna hear them corny bars Leave them in the past Timid bitches just like Morty are Tryna make a splash You know he hopping out the minivan Know that he a busy man Bitches claim they hot but in a year They out like silly bands Dripping like a leaky sink No card I carry many bands Bitches wanna eat my dick But I ain't making any plans Dripped out Diamonds be all on my fist no thanos Snapping my hand no Dust cloud Feeling the venom like andross mad flow Getting rich quick like lando Can you hear the drums Fernando Heading to the indigo league no Kanto Damn bro This your last tango no Brando Running in the sky no Dr. Ando Killing rappers in their infancy no Giyagas I just dodge all these bullets like Wyatt Try shit I don't check the price just buy it I ain't Carti but you know Ima die lit Feel like a star man Got gold plated arms Mad karrats on my arm Chain swinging like Tarzan Y'all cannot step to me Y'all ain't gon Rest In Peace Take a step back I ain't talking like X and Ski You see me hopping out them flashy cars Speeding hella fast Mere seconds ima travel far Cops ain't on my ass I don't wanna hear them corny bars Leave them in the past Timid bitches just like Morty are Tryna make a splash You know he hopping out the minivan Know that he a busy man Bitches claim they hot but in a year They out like silly bands Dripping like a leaky sink No card I carry many bands Bitches wanna eat my dick But I ain't making any plans (F*ck you, you gon catch a hot one too) (Feel my wrath) (66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass) (F*ck you, you gon catch a hot one too) (Feel my wrath) (66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass) (F*ck you, you gon catch a hot one too) (Feel my wrath) (66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass) (F*ck you, you gon catch a hot one too) (Feel my wrath) (66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass) (F*ck you, you gon catch a hot one too) (Feel my wrath) (66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass) (F*ck you, you gon catch a hot one too) (Feel my wrath) (66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass)
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