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Lyrics
BLAKE BASIC:
Oh my God
What the fuck is wrong?
So much going on
Hit the bong
Smokin' on that strong
How I'm holdin' on
When I'm gone
I'll be livin' long
Through my fucking songs
Sing along
As I right my wrongs
Oh my fucking God
SHUT UP
I don't got no trust
Screaming "FUCK LOVE"
What's up?
I'm filled with disgust
From these ugly sluts
Run up
It's a 1v1
You'll get cut up
Uh huh
If you fuck with us
Better tummy tuck
SADZILLA:
LETS FUCKING GO
Bitch I'm pressed
100,000 check on my chest
Yeah
Hit you like I'm Goldberg with a bulletproof vest
I fuck up yo bedroom
Pull out my Zanpakto on yo Bitch
Hit you with a 2x4
Cause I do labor
I'm legit
PINKII:
Make him "oh my goddd"
Till they KABEDON
All this cash and I'm the only thing he spend it on
If u came with a waifu bitch
Bubblegum better pop that shit
TOMARANAIZE UCHIRA WA too lit
DIGRESS:
Fuck this
I been feeling worthless
I been feeling worth it
Got a couple grand from the pen
Then I surface
Watch me as I pop out
Fake friends wanna talk now
Money on the line so I don't wanna talk
RAINING ON ROSES:
I don't give a fuck if you fuck wit me now
I got a bunch of fucking money
And I'm cashing it out
Your girl say OMG when I'm pullin' it out
It's rainin' roses all over her mouth
Business Man:
I'm a business man
Working off two pills don't even give a damn
Get a plan or get left that's right why you never listen then
I need the money the Benjamins
You catch me turning up burning up don't
Give no fuck what you sayin you look like a hoe
I don't play no games boy
I'm the realest in the chat
I bust this lip and swing the bat
Motherfuckers tryna talk me down
And none of them are rats
Stand out on the track just like I stand out in a room
Every time I rap I put the track into a tomb
Shorty think I'm hot wait till she sees me in the moon
If you're tryna fly me out you better get your boy a broom
Aussie Escobar I run these lines like it's some KOKAINE
Shout out to them girls hitting up my phone we running Cell Games
You say that you know me but your car ain't in the same lane
I pull out the stops like magic cards just call me David Blaine
Fuck your sleep man I'm just tryna make a hit
It's a school day? Shit give a fuck about them kids,
The party never stops throwing beer bottles at the fence,
Got your 20 year old daughter out here showing me her tits
Fully strapped ain't talking about no pistol
Watch your ass busy out here pegging all these hipsters
Took your bitch? Yes! I heard that you missed her
I'm on edge, aiming at your head with a missile
I got waifu bitch on my dick
Like to party all night, while I scream into the mic
Got the sniper, setting my sights
Knowing fuck all about you but I'm still up for knife fight
I'm ready to derail your sanity turn on that night light
Your better not approach me coz I'm feral bitch, I might bite
I'm hoppin' on that track you know that shit's gon' be a highlight
I-Cee goin' stupid like you ain't used to
Come in with my girl and I leave with yours too
Out here with these cheat codes
Getting on some neat shows
I be Chillen with the Vatos
I do not fuck with those Broke hoes
I see you liking her photos
I be punching shit at night
If I see you talking to my bitch
Better unfollow her ass tonight
Yeah I got off the phone with the group chat
Aye fuckin with the TikTok
I been waitin' everyday till I drop
Coz I don't know when I will post
And he says "Everyday... everyday... everyday"
Bitches acting like they know me but the love is phony
Slice em up cut em up like a wandering ronin
Filling up all my cups with the blood that's flowing
For the sins that you've done trust there's no atonement
Feeling like Ralph cause I wreck this
Too many necklace nigga you bout to regret this
My niggas we stain and we vanish how are defenses
Nigga a bitch call you raditz
Bullet to inverterbrae you ain't walking you a stump
Fuck a tea it's lemonade sipping in your hood we up
You know how Micheal Myers be
I butcher up a fucking beat like haddonfield's finest meat
Man, it's turned into a habit
Mangle up a track like a goddamn savage
Makin no bags, but still living lavish
Pull up make em fucking choke
Inside of your fucking skull
On my mama you a fuckin clone
This beat's out of this world, so I'm calling it a space jam
With the tune squad jerkin to anime with no hands
I'm just tryna talk shut up about your only fans
Like lebron James with the Cranberry sprite
Leave em on the ground knocked out like iron Mike
Supreme, Prada, Off White
Going over those checks like
But i gotta keep up with the hype beasts
I'm like curry for the three
You're Ricky Bobby you ain't first your last
Your girl wanna fuck I pull out and dash
These rappers don't get it I'm the best no competition
Undefeated won't stop winnin and that's cold hard facts
I'm the best rapper living every single beat
I'm killing is another rapper wasted