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(You gotta fuck it up, Getta Beats)
(Not everybody can record)
(Bitch, you definitely can´t record)
Hey, hey

Ain´t in my choice, ain´t in my life
I´m out in Five Points, getting high-high
Like a hippie, five joints, cup tie-dye
You the type to score nine points, sit the sideline
We gon´ sip till the pint empty, hey
We gon´ smoke till the bowl gone, hey
Bad ho, only like Benjis, hey
Bitch diggin´ for some rose gold, ayy
Turn a cup of ice to a snow cone, hey
Turn a cup of Sprite to a snow globe, hey
They don´t follow by the bro code
You ain´t gotta type, all you follow´s broke hoes
Oh, that´s your ho? That´s my lil´ go-go
You a rat, so your son, he a lil´ po-po
Dub on the screwbacks, lil´ JoJo
You would think I´m from the crab, do a lil´ showboat when I walk out

Shootin´ pills out, it used to be Joe Dumars
They used to be shy, nowadays hoes too guards
Eyes low, you would think I know Kumar
You would think it´s Star Wars, I clone Tukar
You a punch guy, I clear two carts
Exotic in the leaf, wine-blowing rhubarb
This bitch morph chrome, boy, I need a new heart
Control all the lean hoes, I don´t need a tool bar
I heard they said they want the retro Tron back
I feel ´em though, shit, I want the retro Wock´ back
Huh, hey, I wanna pole up in the live wire, where the retro pops at?
Bitch a rabbit, I ain´t even have to set a cheese trap
He ain´t even got a mattress, just a set of bean bags

You would think this bitch had a extra set of knee caps
If she come out in that bonnet, I´ma lay my seat back
All I think is racks
Lil´ brodie out his shit, all he thinks straps
It´s so dark, all he thinks black
Try to teach fuzz how to rap, but all he think´s trap
I guess all he think´s rap
Ever since I watched The Wire, all I think´s taps
Shit, when we talkin´, I don´t wanna see jacks
Rich fuck, thinkin´ caps be Supreme hats
I don´t got a heart, I think I bleed black
I don´t give a fuck, I gotta speak facts
Alfredo goods, all inside the cream lap
When it´s wartime, you gotta know that you can´t re-rap

Bitch, how is you an esky? You ain´t got no client
I can tell you never made no money, shit, you gotta try it
If I´m lyin´, then I swear to God I´m flyin´
They like tryna lock you in, but I swear to God I´m tryin´
Every day, every night, you know
Better fight back, you gon´ lose every fight you don´t
Bet you finna grind for the life you own
Gotta know I shine before the ice I own
Zip your lips with the zips, what we like by Bose?
Y´all just stay at home crib, livin´ life like hoes
A movie might be too short, shit, my life like shows

High as hell, turnin´ left on the opps block, tryna right my wrongs
Where the Morty at?
Your bitch on my Pickle Rick, get your shorty jacked
With her lil´ horny ass
Bust all that junk food, pop .40 black
Blood´ll slide with machete in this gory bag
You the type to get re-rocked, you dimwit
You know BabyTron cut like my wrist slit
I pull up rockin´ Rick on some slick shit
You a pig, so your daughter she a piglet
When they hear this, they gon´ say I did my big one
All the hoes was fine, shit, I didn´t wanna pick one (Man)
How the fuck you ain´t get one?
Oh, they wanna play? I´ll pull a trick one

Talkin´ ´bout a skit? I´ll pull a quick one
Brr-ow, I´ll pull a flip one
My Zaga Zod fuel low, let me twist one
I guess he had Jesus with him, how he miss ´em?
Every thought, ah-ha
Everything I talk about, it be currently
Had a dream that they chalked out and murdered me
Then I woke up laughin´, they want her to be
Zips, three-fifty, drop-offs at the service fee
Catch ´em out and I´ma do that shit in the worst degree
I don´t know about you (I don´t know)
I don´t know about you, but every day be the first of me

ShittyBoyz Dog$hit Militia
Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris
You know the script, T-Double-H-L shit

You know the script, huh, hey, huh
SBDSM, Troncic
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