HULU
Yeah my brother got an AR
He connectin' via bluetooth
Pockets gettin' heavy
I don't give a fuck
What you do
Manifestin maniac
I fuck him with the vodoo
Pussyboy is watchin' how I move-
This ain't no Hulu
Barrel overheatin'
Bullets spittin'
Like a dragon
Xanax poppin' lazy bitch
I put his ass in heaven
Copycat my talent
Pussyboi gonn' learn his lesson
Kitty gettin' wetter
Babe I know I'm your obession
Cardiac arrest from your lies
Heart is getting numb
Pull up with a double sided blade
Now he finna run
Razor in my pocket
Finna hurt when I'm fucking done
Cave in his skull
And pull his heart through his fucking lung
Dyll is so toxic
His posture is fucked
Aim with a lean
And he shoot at his guts
What do you want
Know you fuckers are soft
If you're fuckin with me
Then your life is the cost
Cutting a fucker
You think you're runnin you're nothing
I put the steel to my head
Because I know that he bluffin
All of these fuckers are funny
I'm gettin money by buckets
You really fuckin pathetic
'Cuz I don't need a prophetic
Ass mother fucker to tell me
That been part of a system
Bitch we are cells
In a billionaires business
Vegetables sitting
In a stew of religion
Fuck is your purpose
Your worthless
You witness
Wait what?
I been working hard to get that mother fuckin
Pay cut
Bitch I got my day done by the time you fuckin
Wake up
All you fuckers really gettin lazy when you
Bake up
Motherfucker think he hard
Then he better fuckin speak up
He connectin' via bluetooth
Pockets gettin' heavy
I don't give a fuck
What you do
Manifestin maniac
I fuck him with the vodoo
Pussyboy is watchin' how I move-
This ain't no Hulu
Barrel overheatin'
Bullets spittin'
Like a dragon
Xanax poppin' lazy bitch
I put his ass in heaven
Copycat my talent
Pussyboi gonn' learn his lesson
Kitty gettin' wetter
Babe I know I'm your obession
Cardiac arrest from your lies
Heart is getting numb
Pull up with a double sided blade
Now he finna run
Razor in my pocket
Finna hurt when I'm fucking done
Cave in his skull
And pull his heart through his fucking lung
Dyll is so toxic
His posture is fucked
Aim with a lean
And he shoot at his guts
What do you want
Know you fuckers are soft
If you're fuckin with me
Then your life is the cost
Cutting a fucker
You think you're runnin you're nothing
I put the steel to my head
Because I know that he bluffin
All of these fuckers are funny
I'm gettin money by buckets
You really fuckin pathetic
'Cuz I don't need a prophetic
Ass mother fucker to tell me
That been part of a system
Bitch we are cells
In a billionaires business
Vegetables sitting
In a stew of religion
Fuck is your purpose
Your worthless
You witness
Wait what?
I been working hard to get that mother fuckin
Pay cut
Bitch I got my day done by the time you fuckin
Wake up
All you fuckers really gettin lazy when you
Bake up
Motherfucker think he hard
Then he better fuckin speak up
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Writer(s): Felix Schubert, Dylan Fessenden, Sirenev Leonid Alexandrovich
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