F**k You
Yeah I'm that nigga
Quick to split a lip-ah
I got five figures
I got five wiccans
Down to suck a dick or
Sacrifice your sister
I'm the one that picked her
The shepherd for the litter
Yeah my diamonds don't glitter
And my pores are pouring liquor
Looking like I'm post rigor
Looking like a ghost nigga
I got blood soaked fingers
Slaughter daughters for the rituals
Caught her all on camera slice and edit for the visuals
Amputate her arms and legs and head all individual
Slice her down till nothings left but a bloody residual
Chopped up bits and pieces fed to you with fuckin cereal
Born in Eighty-Nine but don't you call me a millennial
That phonky nigga Hoolio
I'm always on my bully yo
You heard of me you surely know
Driven by pure ego
I'm the shit the rodeo
You pussy niggas pony show
Average blokes who Joe the Schmoe
I'm Boston George I'm pumping snow
I'm still a fuckin junkie though
Load the rig I'm shooting that
The dope the coke and even crack
Digging through my elbow gash
Xanax for when I crash
No leftovers no head stash
picking cottons out the trash
Roll a blunt with just some ash
Papi won't be open till a little bit or later
That's ok cuz I don't know how much longer I can stay up
The bugs are buzzing by the dozen pull that thing out spray 'em
They want it on the muscle but they cannot lift the weight up
Quick to split a lip-ah
I got five figures
I got five wiccans
Down to suck a dick or
Sacrifice your sister
I'm the one that picked her
The shepherd for the litter
Yeah my diamonds don't glitter
And my pores are pouring liquor
Looking like I'm post rigor
Looking like a ghost nigga
I got blood soaked fingers
Slaughter daughters for the rituals
Caught her all on camera slice and edit for the visuals
Amputate her arms and legs and head all individual
Slice her down till nothings left but a bloody residual
Chopped up bits and pieces fed to you with fuckin cereal
Born in Eighty-Nine but don't you call me a millennial
That phonky nigga Hoolio
I'm always on my bully yo
You heard of me you surely know
Driven by pure ego
I'm the shit the rodeo
You pussy niggas pony show
Average blokes who Joe the Schmoe
I'm Boston George I'm pumping snow
I'm still a fuckin junkie though
Load the rig I'm shooting that
The dope the coke and even crack
Digging through my elbow gash
Xanax for when I crash
No leftovers no head stash
picking cottons out the trash
Roll a blunt with just some ash
Papi won't be open till a little bit or later
That's ok cuz I don't know how much longer I can stay up
The bugs are buzzing by the dozen pull that thing out spray 'em
They want it on the muscle but they cannot lift the weight up
Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Pitman
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