Tekst piosenki
Show me the competition I bet they can’t compete
I should run for politician fillybustin the beat
Lebron in Cleveland I don’t carry the heat
But Erik Spoelstra got my Holster and his aim is elite
Ok
Blacking on this shit like Rachel Dolezal
Sticking to the script but then you had to break the protocol
Fucking with my Provolone, yeah I know a pro to call
Assassin, and he keep that brass on his Sonic Knuckles
Getting all the tales while I’m telling all these fables
But I chuckle cuz I just got off the phone with a label
And I Took a couple shots and now I’m spinning like a dreidel
I Fuck a couple thots I put my dick up in her bagel
But I’m Feeling bored so I hopped in my Accord
Tip tow thru topperwein
To put chocolate up in her smores
Luckily they were whores, didn’t fuck my balls were blue
My cup runneth over like dellyvedova in game 2
And the gat go rat a tat tat like the brat
GPS couldn’t find where its at
Right under your nose
Like the key under the mat
Spitting cons and pros so we gonna see where you at
As a matter of fact, the locals kinda whack
It’s just a bunch a vatos that wish that they were black
I wish they quit the damn theatrics
Im back like chiropractics
Equipped with the mattress in case your bitch wants to have this
I Prick her pussy cactus
Oh what a tangled web we weave like a black bitch….
Hold up….
Im about to switch the flow up, I’m really bout to throw up
Im throwed like a pass caught by Jason Witten
(too lazy to type my brothers verse lmao)
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