they dont fw uuuu~
ilysm w/ sor uh
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Uh, uh
Yo, uh, listen (listen)
Yo, they don't fuck wit' you!
Damn, uh
All my dogs, they gon' put you in a noose
Damn, uh
How all this fuckin' money come and blew?
Damn, yo
Then we gon' make you sad and go and make you blue (hahaha)
Uh, motherfucker come on
I'm not one that you can gauge upon
Fuckin' grey poupon
Uh, see your time will come to pass
How the fuck you get out-gassed?
Criminal's the favorite, y'all some misfits
Heard y'all biting us in '19, don't get it twisted
I'm battered, but that don't mean you up on our level
So you ain't get no dub from me, bitch, so go bite on this metal
It's the young scuff god, all you pussies arise
How you gon' tell me how you living, boy you live a mirage
Y'all faking humble for the clout, y'all faking humble for friends
At least I made it dawg, like you don't gotta pretend
Uh, uh, I wish that y'all would stop playin'
Just an FYI, no fan will care about what you sayin'
So if you talkin' down on me and gang, just know I know it
If I hit you up like nothing's changed, just know I know it pussy
Y'all talk 'bout your feelings to people who wouldn't get it, uh
Maybe if I post all my lyrics, don't think they read it, uh
Only making music for me, but that ain't ever true
I still got my eyes on my numbers, I'm counting every view
Bitch-made boy still looking for a way out
It takes two so I got ily for the pay out
Boy so mid that I smoke him, now I'm faded
Baby boy you know I'm playing, I don't even know the layout
I remember sitting in the backseat
I remember skating in the summer, learning it's a bummer
Haven't seen him in a while, I'm a athlete
Running from myself 'cause I pack heat
Bummy wonder where the gas leak
Don't look at my stash sheet
OP, none of you motherfuckers really know me
I don't even post my fucking music, wouldn't grow me shit
I don't even owe y'all shit
Beretta watches on each wrist, like watch this
Your fits shit, you pulled up, you botched it
If I don't see a rack, then I'm going back to leakth.is
Brodie horrified by me, I told that boy to peep this
Uh, me and sor uh got a lot of money
Pony got a glicky, he gon' spin around and hit the dunnies
Uh, he won't step to us without a buddy
Me and sor uh raising that bar up, it isn't funny
I been antisocial so the net got me emotional
Blew all my rap money on dope and a PS Portable
To all my enemies, I hope the bottoms nice and comfortable
And don't you step to me 'cause you won't make it to no hospital
How you still smoking the same pack? Just stop it
I see how you moving, brodie, you be on a watchlist
I know that you ain't listening, besides I need to stop it
You ain't even relevant enough for me to talk shit