POTATO HEAD

Move out the fuckin way, or I kick your shit in
Roll up in a big body, that is what you is
Curb stomp that motha fucka, leave him on the block dead
If you color blind, just know that my dot red
Run up in his crib caught him
Left him in the fridge rottin
Money over hoes hoe
I don't want your fuckin head
Keep your apology bitch
Imma take your fuckin head
Skin him to the bone, leave him cold
If he with the feds
You gon fuckin die
Feds find the body hung
B-B-Blame it on a suicide
Call me Bob the builder with my motha fuckin big tool
I don't make friends whore
I'm the dude that kills dudes
Actual cannibal, making your face tangible
Bullets to my clip are always staying fuckin addable
Imma customize your face like you Mr. Potato Head
Fill that boy with bullets and make sure that fuckin whore is dead
You don't got the walk in the flock that you flauntin
Find where he stay stole his couch and we popped him
You done ran outta chances you been outta luck boo
I care bout myself
Bitch I do not care about you
Who the fuck is you to me
Nothing fuckin new to me
Drop a rat cop a bag buy some fuckin jewelry
I don't wear jewels I don't smoke em neither
Talkin all that tough, gon leave you with a seizure
Like twitch bitch
I am clippin your jaw
One with the gods
Kill opps with the mob
Get off my .wav bitch
Get off my cock
Say my name right it's
Pastor Pranav

R-R-Run up in his crib caught him
Left him in the fridge rottin
Money over hoes hoe
I don't want your fuckin head
Keep your apology bitch
Imma take your fuckin head
Skin him to the bone, leave him cold
If he with the feds
Actual cannibal making your face tangible
Bullets to my clip are always staying fuckin addable
Imma customize your face like you Mr. Potato Head
Fill that boy with bullets and make sure that fuckin whore is dead
You don't got the walk in the flock that you flauntin
Find where he stay stole his couch and we popped him
You done ran outta chances, you been outta luck boo
I care bout myself
Bitch I do not care about you
Who the fuck is you to me
Nothing fuckin new to me
Drop a rat cop a bag, buy some fuckin jewelry
I don't wear jewels I don't smoke em neither
Talkin all that tough, gon leave you with a seizure
Like twitch bitch
I am clippin your jaw
One with the gods
Kill opps with the mob
Get off my .wav bitch
Get off my cock
Say my name right it's
Pastor Pranav



Credits
Writer(s): Pranav Nagarajan
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