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Buckshot (Remix)
- I be leavin’ haters panickin,’ and you’re more ass than a Kardashian
- Rack on your head while I’m headin’ for racks, you prick, so I’m huntin’ for antlers then
- Watchin’ this buck drop, call it a buckshot, like I’m grabbin’ the Jack and gin
- You better check your balance then, I know you prayin’ that yo herd’ll come dashin’ in
- Try to handle it and you’re spinnin,’ you ain’t gettin’ up the ladder, bitch
- Better grab the rim, cause like walking to vs. from the bar, the difference is staggerin’
- This ain’t Times Square, inject some spyware and you might be denied air
- And you ain’t currently grounded, without a doubt got some spiked hair
- Call it horsepower, you a light mare tryna act stable, but you’re quite scared
- And saddled with panic, so you can label us monsters, cause we in your nightmares
- So they blast and chant, and act like they’re summoning the rain then
- Creeping on the rawest shit, outcomes of ties with misarrangement
- You getting bent off your hand me down supply, like collapsing gravitation
- Cause if I’m Vader, ain’t no bonus to clutch the saber, still setting fire on pages
- What’s the center of the problems, cause we all know you’re a bum in the paint
- Throwing punches cause he’s upset none of his dumb shit gets praise
- Y’all plummeting lames, keep the bar so down I gotta duck to escape
- They talking shit, I don’t think y’all’s ass baby’s exactly the son of the saint
- Watch them get cucked, think they drifting above till we burning their ego
- And they burst, cause not only am I hurting them, I’m also hurting their credo
- No chance testing the Glock, look, we don’t witness yo ass switch
- When you lack sense, and lack cents, if you can’t sense it out then you lack scents
- Haters known for the cap, my shit is totally facts, these rats belong in their own habitat
- Like I got mobily tracked, cause I be getting bugged, so they’re known as the hacks
- They moan and get clapped, I know when it comes to the opps your 2nd home is their lap
- Now you getting blown off the map, turn they asses into ghosts like it’s Snap
- Chat, closin’ in on us, but I’m ahead like cabbage, because I have the advantage and I’m doing damage
- You know I managed, and I’m not tap usin’ em cause I ain’t on some tramp shit
- Boutta ravage, I got the package, I insert the meat in your mom’s buns like a sandwich
- So get in the van then, cause it’s my lane, they marveling like Stan did
- Try to take away our nice wins and we gon fly in like yo prick in a wide bitch
- Who said she only got guidance on how to deal with a 2.5 inch that didn’t have any height in
- They defy and try to riot, but I’m a beast and they’re more like Kris Tyson
- And people with 21 IQ who are dummies just like you shouldn’t talk without a license
- I’m leadin’ y’all out of Egypt cause I’m Moses, they destroyed all our work though since
- Satan is their focus, evil is their motive and impressin’ the Devil’s what their goal is
- But they didn’t know I have a bonus, and said oh shit, like their diarrhea’s explosive
- Opps don’t have any talent so they have to imagine, their lies are rampant
- Yeah, I have a way, you have no pay and you’re gay, okay?
- Opps lookin’ like they wanna play, well they get the chance since they go to daycare every day
- Hey, I know those aren’t real Js, you better do what I say or get hit with a ray
- I cause dismay and I flay, slugs are what I spray, and bullshit’s what they
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