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(So here's this instagram guitarist Davin Glover)
(Miming track after track to prove to the world)
I'm gettin high
(How it's edited and faked.)
(I've given this guy a lot of shade to this fake instagram guitarist crisis)
I'm gettin high
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)
C-C-C-Crescent moon lil bitch I'm posted in the trees (shoot that bitch!)
That little boy was talkin shit I left his head up on his knees, bitcha (shoot that bitch again!)
A-A-A-All this ice on my neck shinin' like the Big Dipper
I-Im Sipping liquor, m-my flow is only gettin iller (shoot that bitch!) (shoot that bitch again!)
C-C-Creep up slow I'm in that camo like a redneck (Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!)
B-B-Been had choppas, bitch we grew up scopin wit that lead tech
S-Said he want some smoke we turn his block into a dead fest (Ay! Ay! Ay!)
I-ill spin that shit again just to make sure ain't no legs left (talk yo shit)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
I-ill spin that shit again, I'll spin that shit again, motherfucker (fucker) (fucker)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)
I'll spin that, I'll spin that, spin
I'm gettin high-
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)
C-C-Crescent moon lil bitch I'm posted in the trees
That little boy was talkin shit I left his head up on his knees, bitcha
A-A-All this ice on my neck shinin' like the Big Dipper
I-Im Sipping liquor, m-my flow is only gettin iller
Creep up slow I'm in that camo like a redneck
B-B-Been had choppas, bitch we grew up scopin wit that lead tech
Said he want some smoke we turn his block into a dead fest
ill spin that shit again just to make sure ain't no legs left