Every Høur

Telegram ring like fuck it
I ain't gon pick it up
Asian bitches
Fighting like squirrels
Over my nuts
Don't ask me for features
Bitch your music sucks
Don't ask me for no fuckin money
I don't owe you none

Pastor Presley don't touch no kids
But I fuck the nuns
Put my pork deep in her
Nah she ain't a Muslim
That's that Char Siu pork
In her lil lil Chinese buns
She told me fuck her brains out
So I left her dumb

You can't talk your shit like this
You ain't rich enough
You can't live this life
You ain't take risk enough
You can't get this high
You don't tweak enough
Oh My God
Like Lil Weezy
I just spilled my cup

Hublot diamonds
Dancing on my wrist
And they goin retarded
Weapons in our guitar cases
When we cross the border
Perc
Molly
Perc
Molly
Pop a pill like every hour
You ain't bout this rockstar shit
I know you can't afford it

We ain't pullin up with no shootas
No more
We ain't pullin up with no shootas
On you this time
We ain't pullin up with no shootas
No more
We ain't pullin up with no shootas
On you this time

Murder
Murder on my mind
Murder
Murder on my mind
Murder
Murder on my mind
Murder
Murder on my mind

Shoot em up
Shoot em up
Shoot em up
Shoot em up
Kill em all
Shoot em up
Shoot em up
Shoot em up
Shoot em up
Kill em all
Shoot em up
Shoot em up
Shoot em up
Shoot em up
Kill em all
Shoot em up
Shoot em up
Shoot em up
Shoot em up
Kill em all



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Stankiewicz
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