We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car
A sub-par rapper who gets prosts drunk on cheap alcohol
So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots
Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash
So we gonna get on your fucking nerves til u bend it,
My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit
Don't distress your nerves but go head first and amend thirst
Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first
Cussing out these lames man they get on my nerves
I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters
Your kind gets dismembered not with a knife or whatever
If its not couture, i will not go to her
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets
I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks
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