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Tekst piosenki

[Intro]

Uh, fuckin' wisdom tooth is killin' me

Fuck, whatever—ahem


[Verse 1]

Check, anybody can see the kid got it

I see niggas ignore it so I feel a way about it

From rapping in that truck with bolts on and rolling blunts

Bagging a couple bitches and fucking them all at once

Friday night lights, I was catching and dropping punts

Thinking 'bout rapping, I could be J.I.D or like Chris Johnson

My thumbs keep strumming kinda like the Mumford & Sons

Mommy went dumb when she got that call, I had got caught

Kicked out of college for tongues, niggas be talking

I wasn't even on camera, just hit the lick with some amateurs

Glad we did that, now I'm flying to Los Angeles

With a 8th in my pre-rolls, call that shit a tarantula

Tarantino on your big screen, ho

Slave man, South East Coast, J.I.D or DiCap Leo

Set it off, my big sis reminded me of Cleo

And my brothers is killers you might see on Nat Geo'

You gotta chill cause niggas can get they cap peeled

I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman

They sent my nigga up the hill, yea they jack jill'd 'em

And a million other black children, let's crack the seal, I'm spillin'


[Hook]

Alright, I feel amazing, I can feel the haters, do something

I ain't finna fade ya, I ain't got a taser, shoot something

Niggas talkin' crazy, wipe the little baby, too funny

Pull up on ya, had a crew coming, take a deuce on ya, hold up


[Interlude]


[Verse 2]

Look, look, alright

Looking for it in the night time, I been looking for it all day

I'ma get it at the right time, watch em fuck with me the long way

Watch a nigga at the bike whip, hit the buyer with the stone face

Greenbriar with the whole case, bust it down and flood the whole state

Bitches know when that work good, Anna Mae eat the whole cake

We ain't even gotta role play, had to get it out the bowl way

Kill shit, OJ, no way, Jose, slo-mo, okay

I don't do this shit at your pace, I ain't here to do it your way

And I'm coming through the ceiling

Through the floor, back and front door way

You do not want war, I swear, I swore on your grave

I been on my shit since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade—wait

Even before grades, going to my brother court dates

And I asked my momma bout what he did but they'd never tell me

Then I figured he killed a nigga or got caught for some dope he selling

Kinda close but no cigarillo, he was armored up, that's a armadillo

My pops did time in the military and he taught us how to disarm a nigga

See the boys, you better warn a nigga but JID prolly got warrants, nigga

Like North Carolina or South Carolina, got the hideout in like Florence, nigga

Swear your raps so borin', nigga

Then you say you trap—you be lyin', nigga

I don't fuck with none of y'all happy trappers

Better grab and strap, people dyin', nigga, Lord

Sorry we making all the noise, but you ain't have to call the boys

Some shit you just can't avoid, dumb shit, coolin' with the squad


[Outro] 

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