Pour up in a Sprite
Pour up in a Fanta
Pull up in a Phantom
Pull up in a Lambo
She big like Fanum
Get big like fandom
Smoke a blunt, I want another one
Yeah, I want another one
Yeah, bitch, another one
Hit that bitch from a mile away like a hole in one
Hit that bitch from a mile away with my intervention
Told him that we'd pack a punch like it's Black Ops one
I got the opposite of OCD called IDGAF
I just found the oppositions and they runnin' like they Steph
I be shootin' so close you're thinkin' that you're goin' deaf
Metro bitch in the drive-thru, that's the reason that she left
Yeah, I got, I got chrome hearts, red hearts
She be sendin' me red hearts
Busted down watchin', I may have lost a few parts
Rollin' with a backpack, I'm a nerd, it's Jansport
Crack on the track like Metal Face Doom
I'm back, bitch, I'm back like the level phase two
Second album, its a mother f*ckin rerun
Bitch I'll gun your ass down
Run, run, run, run, run
I'll make you dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
You sucker
I'mma suck her Tits
Came back a god
Lame, no I not
Fame, yeah a lot
Blame that thot
I'm not a bot, I'm just spittin' thoughts
I ascended like an astronaut
Lackin I was caught on my fat f*ckin' yacht
Jerkin' my cock, watchin' a bitch squat
What the hell are you doing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
I'm not doing anything
Rappin' on these tracks, like I'm on a pound of crack
Y'all thought I wouldn't come back
And I did, cause I'm runnin' low on racks
Wanna diss, so you actin' like Drake
Havin' a meltdown all over the street
Bitches tell me I'm fake
Like, bitch, not like you ate
Came back for number two
'Cause I ain't have nothin' to lose
Bitches say, turn off the auto-tune
How about you kill yourself with a noose
Yeah
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Pour up in a Sprite
Pour up in a Fanta
Pull up in a Phantom
Pull up in a Lambo
She big like Fanum
Get big like fandom
Smoke a blunt, I want another one
Yeah, I want another one
Yeah, bitch, another one
Hit that bitch from a mile away like a hole in one
Hit that bitch from a mile away with my intervention
Told him that we'd pack a punch like it's Black Ops one
I got the opposite of OCD called IDGAF
I just found the oppositions and they runnin' like they Steph
I be shootin' so close you're thinkin' that you're goin' deaf
Metro bitch in the drive-thru, that's the reason that she left
Yeah, I got, I got chrome hearts, red hearts
She be sendin' me red hearts
Busted down watchin', I may have lost a few parts
Rollin' with a backpack, I'm a nerd, it's Jansport
Crack on the track like Metal Face Doom
I'm back, bitch, I'm back like the level phase two
Second album, its a mother f*ckin rerun
Bitch I'll gun your ass down
Run, run, run, run, run
I'll make you dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
You sucker
I'mma suck her Tits
Came back a god
Lame, no I not
Fame, yeah a lot
Blame that thot
I'm not a bot, I'm just spittin' thoughts
I ascended like an astronaut
Lackin I was caught on my fat f*ckin' yacht
Jerkin' my cock, watchin' a bitch squat
What the hell are you doing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
I'm not doing anything
Rappin' on these tracks, like I'm on a pound of crack
Y'all thought I wouldn't come back
And I did, cause I'm runnin' low on racks
Wanna diss, so you actin' like Drake
Havin' a meltdown all over the street
Bitches tell me I'm fake
Like, bitch, not like you ate
Came back for number two
'Cause I ain't have nothin' to lose
Bitches say, turn off the auto-tune
How about you kill yourself with a noose
Yeah
Pour up in a Fanta
Pull up in a Phantom
Pull up in a Lambo
She big like Fanum
Get big like fandom
Smoke a blunt, I want another one
Yeah, I want another one
Yeah, bitch, another one
Hit that bitch from a mile away like a hole in one
Hit that bitch from a mile away with my intervention
Told him that we'd pack a punch like it's Black Ops one
I got the opposite of OCD called IDGAF
I just found the oppositions and they runnin' like they Steph
I be shootin' so close you're thinkin' that you're goin' deaf
Metro bitch in the drive-thru, that's the reason that she left
Yeah, I got, I got chrome hearts, red hearts
She be sendin' me red hearts
Busted down watchin', I may have lost a few parts
Rollin' with a backpack, I'm a nerd, it's Jansport
Crack on the track like Metal Face Doom
I'm back, bitch, I'm back like the level phase two
Second album, its a mother f*ckin rerun
Bitch I'll gun your ass down
Run, run, run, run, run
I'll make you dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
You sucker
I'mma suck her Tits
Came back a god
Lame, no I not
Fame, yeah a lot
Blame that thot
I'm not a bot, I'm just spittin' thoughts
I ascended like an astronaut
Lackin I was caught on my fat f*ckin' yacht
Jerkin' my cock, watchin' a bitch squat
What the hell are you doing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
I'm not doing anything
Rappin' on these tracks, like I'm on a pound of crack
Y'all thought I wouldn't come back
And I did, cause I'm runnin' low on racks
Wanna diss, so you actin' like Drake
Havin' a meltdown all over the street
Bitches tell me I'm fake
Like, bitch, not like you ate
Came back for number two
'Cause I ain't have nothin' to lose
Bitches say, turn off the auto-tune
How about you kill yourself with a noose
Yeah
Writer: Big Cracka
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