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Hot steppas in the back You know we is cracked At it, at this, we're mad Denizens of this rap Got it like this, not bad 30 rounds catch this slack Heart attack on the track You know how we living like that You know how we always got a bag If we hungry, then we got a snack If you dummy, then you get a whack, or you get a gat Hot steppas in the back You know we is cracked At it, at this, we're mad Denizens of this rap Got it like this, not bad 30 rounds catch this slack Heart attack on the track You know how we living like that You know how we always got a bag You know how we live it, I pass Out at the sound of the man hopping on, god damn I'm the man, whip it up in the pan Mixing beats while we jam, not a ram fan Outta Jefferson while you never won Living like the second son Music so angelic and melodic, let it bless a deaf person Run it back like a weed eater Bitches lookin' like a stinkmeaner If you got that reference, do you even keep a heater Weirdo in the alley lookin' like a creeper I am a newfound leader Blast it from my speakers We are the eager, you are the reckless We get the girls, you get left sexless Packin' these rounds and they ain't just for flexin' Left out the gang that's just for you testin' My patience, run up a check just to spend it on asics Golly good lord, I be left feeling gracious Ripping apart these beats, I am voracious Ride a T-Rex to work, call it cretaceous Some would say it is advantageous Spitting so ill, our music contagious This is the stuff that will make us famous Rapping on beats, I swear it is ageless Run up on him and i'm using my stainless Blam from the window, you know that it's aimless Look in the sky and you look at the grayness Built like a box you dumb ignoramus Swear we don't miss, bitch you're nameless Leave you with a fat lip, 30 round clip Walkin' with sticks Hot steppas in the back You know we is cracked At it, at this, we're mad Denizens of this rap Got it like this, not bad 30 rounds catch this slack Heart attack on the track You know how we living like that You know how we always got a bag If we hungry, then we got a snack If you dummy, then you get a whack, or you get a gat Hot steppas in the back You know we is cracked At it, at this, we're mad Denizens of this rap Got it like this, not bad 30 rounds catch this slack Heart attack on the track You know how we living like that You know how we always got a bag You know how we spittin', I bash Your face down in the dirt, in the ground, in the worst way Curse, they be all contagious Gotta leave 'em all dead on the pavement Anyone who sees us is in amazement We finna arrange your death, we gon' take it Face it, you're erased bitch, no statements This is what you get for not making your payments Basically, you're locked up in the basement Chains on ya hands, big saw blade adjacent Jason Vorhees like me, but he don't swig 40's While he slaughters all the shorties I be climbing up ten stories just to see Everything in store, can't believe they got more on this Earth Keep it ripping till four, since birth I been sippin' on Coors, it's worth Trippin' over, no more shit worse Than a kitten on four stilts, hurts just to witness Bitch, I been on my grind, I been on my fitness This fist to ya face hurts like shit, bitch Your fist to the face hurts like mittens, AKA, not shit Nauseous, when I see you, make me sickened Watch this, when I kill you, imma listen To the visions, get some pistons Get some redstone, get to moving, need to get goin', bitch Gone in a second, yeah, we gone in a pinch Throw stones at ya whole squad, start laughing Grow lumps on ya head, no recollection Drop bombs on ya house and ya whole section Yeah, we goin' in, and we never stopping, never turning back Yeah, you know we popping off and making everything happen And we be on our shit, yeah, we never lack Yeah, we be so awesome and so epic Hot steppas in the back You know we is cracked At it, at this, we're mad Denizens of this rap Got it like this, not bad 30 rounds catch this slack Heart attack on the track You know how we living like that You know how we always got a bag If we hungry, then we got a snack If you dummy, then you get a whack, or you get a gat Hot steppas in the back You know we is cracked At it, at this, we're mad Denizens of this rap Got it like this, not bad 30 rounds catch this slack Heart attack on the track You know how we living like that You know how we always got a bag You know how we always gotta be Yeah, you know how we always been Yeah you know how we always been Run it back then count to ten Reckon ill get up in my benz Reckon up in my- up in my benz Reckon I'll get up in five, when Okay, I'm up in five, when Okay, I'm up in five, okay I'm, okay I'm Okay, I'm, okay, okay, okay I'm, okay, okay (Okay, okay) okay, okay I- I- I am okay Okey dokey, call me Smokey Rip a bong and call me Tokey Okey dokey, call me Smokey Rip a bong and call me, call me Okey dokey, call me Smokey Rip a bong and call me Tokey Clear the tube, it left me choking Left the bowl with a new coating Sick and tired of self-loathing Feeling down, I bought some clothing Bulky bastard boy not budging Felt the punch without me touching Okey dokey, call me Smokey Rip a bong and call me Tokey Clear the tube, it left me choking Left the bowl with a new coating Sick and tired of self-loathing Feeling down, I bought some clothing Bulky bastard boy not budging Felt the punch without me touching Felt the punch without me touching Knock you right out your cuff links I know you think it's disgusting Tightrope you walk, and you're loving Rubbery blunts while we huffing muddy ones back You is, in summary, a funny one, we gonna attack you With a vacuum we suctioning you and your crew we suffocating Back to the other thing, me and my boys, yeah we going crazy Smack you, restructuring all your teeth in your face and maybe Just maybe, you can give me a break, hey Hey, hi, gonna uppercut ya Face full of fist, day full of shit, f*ck ya up Me and all my boys gon' cut ya up I got all my toys, they pack a punch Got your balls and groin in a real tight bunch Kick both, explode, you lose your lunch What can I say, I'm a big boss, you're dumb End of the day, you're exhausted, hum You're gonna pay with your life, you're done Go eat a Lay's chip, dumb bitch 'Fore you get another knuckle sandwich Who do you think you playing with, me and Jerry run shit Yeah, we do this for the f*ck of it, better not be hating, bitch Okey dokey, call me Smokey Rip a bong and call me Tokey Clear the tube, it left me choking Left the bowl with a new coating Sick and tired of self-loathing Feeling down, I bought some clothing Bulky bastard boy not budging Felt the punch without me touching Okey dokey, call me Smokey Rip a bong and call me Tokey Clear the tube, it left me choking Left the bowl with a new coating Sick and tired of self-loathing Feeling down, I bought some clothing Bulky bastard boy not budging Felt the punch without me touching Feel the forces start combusting Knockback more than wind, it's gusting See a sight, it's quite disgusting Left him in the rain, he's rusting Need more money, gotta have it Stacking up these bricks like granite Yelling out the window, "Damn it!" Rapping with a diverse palette Mash your chest in with no mallet Place a vote, I own the ballot Crush you like a pomegranate Smoking bud, my favorite habit I be smoking bud on the daily (On the daily) Platted up, not tatted up, look so good I gotta strut If you think that's not enough, I doubt you know I give no fucks Get so high I can barely see (Barely see) Blackout every single night, not a single dream If you f*ck with team, hit you with an air stream Okey dokey, call me Smokey Rip a bong and call me Tokey Clear the tube, it left me choking Left the bowl with a new coating Sick and tired of self-loathing Feeling down, I bought some clothing Bulky bastard boy not budging Felt the punch without me touching Okey dokey, call me Smokey Rip a bong a
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