And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.
And losin all his money
With the dog comin’ to pee
I got kicked off, i used to shit talk
Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/
Posting a pic, get facebook likes
The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
Who likes to battle rap and thinks i fuck with dairy
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
And weather or not she likes me is still a blur
No match to my flow, dog
I got buku broad
Verses slicing likes swords
Chomping at your oxygen chords
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