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[Intro]
I just took a really big fucking bong rip
[Verse 1]
Look
You ain’t walking to me
Boy, I run the city
You ain’t fucking with me
I be chugging whiskey
My blunt is thicker than my fucking pinky
If you want a piece
Then you can come and get me
Rappers rapping, but they’re not impressing
I’m the fucking answer
You can stop the guessing
All these fucking bars
Look like I got arrested
Got locked in prison
But I brought some weapons
I be shanking rappers
Make ’em shatter
Break they’re back first
Then shake ’em backwards
Face is plastered on the Face of Asheville
Won’t settle for no second place, I’m faster
Fuckface, I’ma [?]
I’m in first place
I’m like, „In what race?”
I run this shit til my nuts chafe
And they just chase and get frustrated
Fuck a loser, cause I’m gonna win
And I be coming in like I want revenge
Like I’m mad at tracks
Like I fuck with them
I’ma choke ’em out
Better tuck your chin
She trying to hang like a jungle gym
Have her blowing harder than a gust of wind
She mat fuck around and make me cum again
I might kick her out, but tell her come again
Grinding more, it’s got me sleeping less
I just grind the weed to relieve the stress
You [?]
I’m not the cleanest dressed, but shit, I keep it fresh
No celebrating til I really made it
No hesitation, I’ma let ’em hate me
Give me room like a reservation
I be getting checks like these tests are [?]
When I’m schooling rappers
Make ’em bloody
Soo Woo to rappers
I steam ’em up
Then couscous the rappers
Then eat ’em up
And poopoo the rappers
Cool cool bananas
I lost mind they trying hard to find it
They can’t think like me
They ain’t half as smart
I’m going in
I got all these feelings that I’m holding in
Like I have to fart
I let it out and I shit on artists
Take out the trash, cause they spitting garbage
I’m in the building, your bitch apartment
She get with the part where my dick is hard
And bitches talking shit
Shit don’t bother me
I’m working hard and get rich regardless
Fuck with my team and my clique is balling
Need somebody 6’6″ to guard us
Hit the target, hit the coffin
And piss ’em off and I’m shitting on ’em
So sick I’m coughing
I’m just disgusting
Too far ahead, you can never touch ’em
These haters hating, I don’t tell ’em nothing
Get ’em off my chest like some breast reduction
I kill your family, your nephews, cousins
The highest rap, we’re several steps above ’em
I’m the fucking bomb, homie press the button
Watch me detonate
Say heaven’s gates is a better place
But I’m trying to see what the devil makes
They focus on trying to replicate
I medicate til my head is straight
And my legs are starting to levitate to the finish line
Fuck second place
It’s Sass, bitch
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