I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents
Place your fucking bets before i slice her fucking breasts
Or closed casket for our troubles
I hate your fucking guts.
To increase my ends
I'm back tell your fucking friends.
Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south
Freakin' out all i see is clouds
Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents
I'm back tell your fucking friends.
Control, your hoes, you let her talk to you crazy
So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady
I'm back tell your fucking friends.
Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments
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