??? (Interlude) (feat. Walkman)

Wait, oh shit, oh shit
I'ma do my Allanone impression
What up with the static
Everybody know dat i

Alright bro we got a fuckin comedian on the track i guess

I'm being Allanone

Hahahaha
Fuck you bitch

Fuck the lil team, holler industry been runnin it quick and that's scrimmaged sunrise
Feelin okay when i reprised my enterprise
God damnit the lies
Tinted windows no more to me, I'm so relaxed
Relax shit, god damn, what you passin'? No ventin
Never backwoods never gonna sweat, my life's up before I was down
She couldn't play it and I don't know what she sayin
Runnin' on tracks, no fans, no aim, I'm a diamond on woods
Better than the animal, oh man

Oh man
I just mumbled, the fuck
On god ha

Raise the stakes and make it higher
Feelin' like Temp cause I been the supplier

All the propane, with no fire
Made that bitch sing but she ain't in a choir

Skirtin' off without no tires
These bitches federal, wearin' some wires

Give the fuck bitch what to say
It's Walkman and Aloe fuck - and
Ha Ha Ha

Red dot without no aim
Pretty soon we gon' be runnin' the game

You got allowance, don't make no funds
All you been doin' is talkin', we know you don't gun

Bitch what the fuck
Bitch i am done
Bitch what is up
Bitch what the fuck
Fuckin' exhausted on this beat, man
Fuck

Fuck it, I'm snappin' if you hear some clappin
Just know that I'm fuckin' your bitch
While I'm rappin', I dick on that slut and
She callin' me captain like pussy, quit cappin
You ain't bout that, action, bitch

I don't even know what I'm fuckin' sayin' on the beat
I don't even know what I'm fuckin' sayin' on the beat
I don't even know what I'm sayin' on the beat

I don't
Let me do my walkman impression
Fuck the opps
Fuck up on that whore
And i'm fuckin up on that whore
And i'm fuckin up on that whore
And i'm fuckin up on that whore
Gang Gang Gang
Gang Gang
Hahahahaha



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Writer(s): Andrew Weelborg
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