USHANKA
Radiation in your station, Making my way to the top
They don't fuck with Hypno cause I'm everything they not
I'll do you like photoshop bitch ur getting cropped
White boys mad I took their spot,
Now he wants space like an astronaut
How can I still be a terrorist when I am underground?
The only one I fuck with these days is the homie drowned
Spamming me won't help you bitch
Think I need another bitch
Talking shit boy, I'll pull up
And do it live like fucking twitch
Do you think I give a shit?
Put that fucker in his place
Doing what I should have done
I'm the one they can't replace
Make my bitch spread her ass like Freddie Gibbs
That boy scared as shit
So he Went and called the fucking pigs (Damn)
Put yo homies in the grave
Tryna make a milli do it quickly
'Fore I hit 1-8
Take my mama to the Bahamas
When I get rich one day
See the shadows getting closer
Everytime I fucking stay
I Pray that one day you can stop stressing
You know who you mess with
I only fuck with MESEB!
Cause this ain't Call of Duty
But you better Call For Duty when this song ending
I ain't friendin I ain't even read yo message
Spitting like a llama think I'm freaky on this beat
If you think that your brahman, you'll get your ass beat
So please don't come to me with any please Mr HYPNO
I ain't fuck with these weirdos all of Y'all are fucking geeks
Got my ushanka on I'm on a different level
If you think yous the shit imma show that you ain't special
(Shut the fuck up)
They don't fuck with Hypno cause I'm everything they not
I'll do you like photoshop bitch ur getting cropped
White boys mad I took their spot,
Now he wants space like an astronaut
How can I still be a terrorist when I am underground?
The only one I fuck with these days is the homie drowned
Spamming me won't help you bitch
Think I need another bitch
Talking shit boy, I'll pull up
And do it live like fucking twitch
Do you think I give a shit?
Put that fucker in his place
Doing what I should have done
I'm the one they can't replace
Make my bitch spread her ass like Freddie Gibbs
That boy scared as shit
So he Went and called the fucking pigs (Damn)
Put yo homies in the grave
Tryna make a milli do it quickly
'Fore I hit 1-8
Take my mama to the Bahamas
When I get rich one day
See the shadows getting closer
Everytime I fucking stay
I Pray that one day you can stop stressing
You know who you mess with
I only fuck with MESEB!
Cause this ain't Call of Duty
But you better Call For Duty when this song ending
I ain't friendin I ain't even read yo message
Spitting like a llama think I'm freaky on this beat
If you think that your brahman, you'll get your ass beat
So please don't come to me with any please Mr HYPNO
I ain't fuck with these weirdos all of Y'all are fucking geeks
Got my ushanka on I'm on a different level
If you think yous the shit imma show that you ain't special
(Shut the fuck up)
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