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Yuh
Look (Hahahaha)
I ain't wanna do that shit but now I just don't fuckin' care
(I'm playin' with your mind, man)
Jeesh (And you know what the weird part is?)
(I'm not even high, not a bit!)
Yuh (Totally sober)
(Jeesh gon' kill 'em, bitch)
I don't care bout your mans, if I want, I'm gon' pop em down
Couldn't give a fuck about your dissing you can talk around
Same thing I do to a hater face, I drown it out
Just took a nap in the shower, my hair it knotted now
Who are you again, I can't remember
Swear I know yo face but nah, I don't like yo temper
Said you got the chicken, but I don't think you a member
Throw you to the pit of the fire and I'm Simba, ah
This is what your step-momma talk about
This what my "to your crib, with a stick" walk about
"I liked what you did when you had lotta clout"
What you goin' on about, I been on another route
This is what your step-father warned you about
This what my "to your crib, with a stick" walk about
"I liked what you did when you had lotta clout"
What you goin' on about
This the type of shit that get you killed up in your crib tonight
If you a-uh, something 'bout kryptonite
I got a bucket list for all of my hits tonight
Since they finna meet capital H Him tonight
I been a Dennis since I stepped up in the system
I don't wanna fuck you but your bittles Imma kiss em
I thought you a hitter till I saw that you was simping
Hypothesis is you ain't with it, I don't need to check your digits
I got twin rounds on my fucking face
Got me viable to snap, you gon' need a neck brace
Young Casper in this shit, boy my body moving weights
Autopsy couldn't catch me, bitch I had to do the race, wah wah
I'm gon' chop with a straight grill, good boy, stay still
This a Old Yeller pointing but the noise it make squeal
Head-head to the counter and you know I take steel
Only make peace when I make wills
Boy I told you
I don't care bout your mans, if I want, I'm gon' pop em down
Couldn't give a fuck about your dissing you can talk around
Same thing I do to a hater face, I drown it out
Just took a nap in the shower, my hair it knotted now
Who are you again, I can't remember
Swear I know yo face but nah, I don't like yo temper
Said you got the chicken, but I don't think you a member
Throw you to the pit of the fire and I'm Simba, ah
Pbbt
Look (Hahahaha)
I ain't wanna do that shit but now I just don't fuckin' care
(I'm playin' with your mind, man)
Jeesh (And you know what the weird part is?)
(I'm not even high, not a bit!)
Yuh (Totally sober)
(Jeesh gon' kill 'em, bitch)
I don't care bout your mans, if I want, I'm gon' pop em down
Couldn't give a fuck about your dissing you can talk around
Same thing I do to a hater face, I drown it out
Just took a nap in the shower, my hair it knotted now
Who are you again, I can't remember
Swear I know yo face but nah, I don't like yo temper
Said you got the chicken, but I don't think you a member
Throw you to the pit of the fire and I'm Simba, ah
This is what your step-momma talk about
This what my "to your crib, with a stick" walk about
"I liked what you did when you had lotta clout"
What you goin' on about, I been on another route
This is what your step-father warned you about
This what my "to your crib, with a stick" walk about
"I liked what you did when you had lotta clout"
What you goin' on about
This the type of shit that get you killed up in your crib tonight
If you a-uh, something 'bout kryptonite
I got a bucket list for all of my hits tonight
Since they finna meet capital H Him tonight
I been a Dennis since I stepped up in the system
I don't wanna fuck you but your bittles Imma kiss em
I thought you a hitter till I saw that you was simping
Hypothesis is you ain't with it, I don't need to check your digits
I got twin rounds on my fucking face
Got me viable to snap, you gon' need a neck brace
Young Casper in this shit, boy my body moving weights
Autopsy couldn't catch me, bitch I had to do the race, wah wah
I'm gon' chop with a straight grill, good boy, stay still
This a Old Yeller pointing but the noise it make squeal
Head-head to the counter and you know I take steel
Only make peace when I make wills
Boy I told you
I don't care bout your mans, if I want, I'm gon' pop em down
Couldn't give a fuck about your dissing you can talk around
Same thing I do to a hater face, I drown it out
Just took a nap in the shower, my hair it knotted now
Who are you again, I can't remember
Swear I know yo face but nah, I don't like yo temper
Said you got the chicken, but I don't think you a member
Throw you to the pit of the fire and I'm Simba, ah
Pbbt
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