atiji (intro)

I be
Cockin' glocks while coppin' profits and coughing often
Poppin shots at coppers with choppers and toss 'em in they coffins
Man I fuckin got it, I'm rock solid like Dwayne Johnson
Action Bronson if he shaved the beard and quit the fucking munchin'

A white addict who fights daddies and bites xannies
One night had me on fucking flight so badly I crashed nappin'
Woke up in the ditch and demanded another ham sandwich
Damn savage man with a badge asking what damn happened

Fibbin' in the ambulance now I'm whippin a damn Mazda
Lamb platter side of some clams cause I'm a fat bastard
I was raised with triple sixes, never had me a brother
Until that dirty bastard Bouten hit me up in the summer

We started whippin' it
Rippin' skates and bikes right down to Whiffin Spit
Gettin' lit, smoking chronic listening to trippy shit
Deliberately be sneaking condiments up in his fridge
Ketchup taste so wretched when he kept it in the cabinet

Smoking booby dildos out the window when we kickin' it
Mobbin' on the blueness while we gobbling on some tuna fish
New to this I'm sent from heaven lemon scented loser kid
Miss me with the booze cause I'm zooted off of the pseudofed

Loopy like some fruits when I'm losing two of my shoes again
Ain't nobody want what they got soon as they got it
Buy a watch and pawn it off at a shop as soon as I bought
Cause I'm the king of pills, dope slangin' cocaine excessively
Countin' bills, hoping that the dope don't get the best of me
Jo's Gucci cover my toes, I'm toking heavily
Enemies sendin' threats to me, begging to check the recipe
47 karat gold on my soul just like the rest



Credits
Writer(s): Quin Schmuck
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