You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash
I don't mind if you niggas hate
I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,
Be thankfull for every breath you make
Early adapters agree they all late
We would like to call this an appreciation tape
And every new sacrifice that i make
Of course they all hate
Yeah this new town cannot make
Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight
But when we scrap you gon make
Guess i'm self made
There’s money to make
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