Flog!
Keeping it hunnid
I'm gonna hunt ya
Whether you ready or not
See my headlights right outside
Pussy boy come out front
Hit that bitch with a spin back fist
Embarrassing dumb little cunt
Miss that payment one more time
Your head is where I'll stomp
Wrap him up, hide his body in the bog
Take his mop use it against his whole squad
Like a chauffeur but I'm watching with binoculars
I prefer
Smoking dope
On the regular
Hit that dash
Got the cash
Hiding where no one gonna find me
If you tryin to make some money
Don't think that I'll give it kindly.
I work hard for all my shit
Your handout I put it behind me
Move smooth
I don't lose
Focus on your own assignment
State of depression how well do I cope?
Not very well cause my focus is dope
Screaming for help while I'm telling myself
Ain't scared of hell cause I'm already here
Tell me deep down what is your biggest fear
I don't wanna die if I can't go and share
My purpose I'm made for the reason I'm here
Got up on my own now
Hand me a beer
They always asked me why the fuck you named no fa!th
I've been picked on my whole life by these normies
And by normies I mean Mormons they corny
They tried to change me into someone who's not me
I'm crawling out the swamp
Free me from these chains don't want
I was stuck in there losing my dreams
Wiping them up with a mop
I put that fucking Glock
To my brain and almost shot
They don't know what else I've been through
In there souls they truly rot
I'm gonna hunt ya
Whether you ready or not
See my headlights right outside
Pussy boy come out front
Hit that bitch with a spin back fist
Embarrassing dumb little cunt
Miss that payment one more time
Your head is where I'll stomp
Wrap him up, hide his body in the bog
Take his mop use it against his whole squad
Like a chauffeur but I'm watching with binoculars
I prefer
Smoking dope
On the regular
Hit that dash
Got the cash
Hiding where no one gonna find me
If you tryin to make some money
Don't think that I'll give it kindly.
I work hard for all my shit
Your handout I put it behind me
Move smooth
I don't lose
Focus on your own assignment
State of depression how well do I cope?
Not very well cause my focus is dope
Screaming for help while I'm telling myself
Ain't scared of hell cause I'm already here
Tell me deep down what is your biggest fear
I don't wanna die if I can't go and share
My purpose I'm made for the reason I'm here
Got up on my own now
Hand me a beer
They always asked me why the fuck you named no fa!th
I've been picked on my whole life by these normies
And by normies I mean Mormons they corny
They tried to change me into someone who's not me
I'm crawling out the swamp
Free me from these chains don't want
I was stuck in there losing my dreams
Wiping them up with a mop
I put that fucking Glock
To my brain and almost shot
They don't know what else I've been through
In there souls they truly rot
Credits
Writer(s): Colby Whittaker
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