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So you'll respond to a text message but you won't - wow, I see how it is
beep beep beep boop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, growl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, growl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, growl

Silly little bitch
This shit ain't no hitch
Run your motherfucking mouth
You won't make a day down south
Gonna get shot
Our shit is too hot
My hand's on the Glock
Call me Kaylee 'cus I be making it pop pop
Non-stop in the motherfucking undead high school
Ready to destroy you're all under my nigh rule
Cry drool don't care you stupid bitch
I'm a sly ghoul
This is my war cry
You a big dumb fool

In the hills fucking dudes
Text your mama sending nudes
Starting fights ending feuds
Keep 'em salty like seafood
Playing cards playing poker
Dick so big I might just choke her
Puffin weed but ain't no smoker
Gone insane just like the joker
My boy Mantas playing Bloons
Love my Thatcher's Haze from spoons
In Southampton making tunes
Out here scaping for the runes
Cooking fire in the kitchen
Shut your mouth boy please don't pitch in
Stocks and crypto I'm not rich in
My boy Logan boutta switch in

Rolling up a doobie
Light it up feeling groovy
Hoes up in my crib making dirty homemade movies
Doobies being rolled and baggies being sold
Some dickheads in the corner drinking beer that ain't cold
Mantas did die but luckily he got revived
Allah blessed his soul and helped him survive
The beat go harder than 'Nam the atomic bomb
And when this shit hits the fan I like to keep it calm

Yes, bruvva
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, growl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, growl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, growl
Right Logan you ready?
Can we get much higher?
So high
Oh oh ooh. Oh oh ooh
Can we get much higher?



Credits
Writer(s): Logan Hibbert
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