Good hands on the keys like its All State
Long nights and i never have an off day
Im the kid that you bullied in the hallway
No pics, do frames like a Shaw Shank
Cheerleaders and models hoes u wanna f*ck?
Nigga please you aint ready for those 9 months
Shine Up Tom Brady on my line up
We got some killas on the squad but im fine bruh
All alone in my zone in my bedroom
Imma getta BBW outta Cancun
Momma always talkin bout i gotta find a chick
But im sick i was f*ckin with this china chick
Oopsies Poopsies did i say that
Im just tryna rock out like im Asap
I think im big meech nigga thats a maybach
And this dope ass beat yo i made that
Stuck in a forward motion but I'm too close
I'm losing my focus
I might just turn hocus pocus and Vanish with no notice
Like a drop in the ocean, but it's Hopeless, the end is near
How Can i write to a beat and not diss A peer
While I'm dropping a thong like Brittany Spears, I'll keep it 100
As i veer into oncoming traffic
It appears i caused an eight car Collision
I give a f*ck if blood smears
And cooks on the ground like it Was in a skillet
Even my mind Keeps its distance
So I'm locked In confinement, pen pad, for Violent rhyming
Two lesbian chicks, and add a Nine for excitement
(He can't say that) is it my Complexion the reason
I can't Express my obsession with Bearing a smith and wesson
I use the fact that I'm white, When i put the pen to write
To make you mad and uptight, Bitch go find a dick to suck off
You'll never stop it, so knock it The f*ck off, when I'm on the Mic
Cause i will not get the f*ck off, Until then you're living the night Alone cause
Kris Karatz - Pandemic (feat. Jay Wick) Lyrics
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Good hands on the keys like its All State
Long nights and i never have an off day
Im the kid that you bullied in the hallway
No pics, do frames like a Shaw Shank
Cheerleaders and models hoes u wanna f*ck?
Nigga please you aint ready for those 9 months
Shine Up Tom Brady on my line up
We got some killas on the squad but im fine bruh
All alone in my zone in my bedroom
Imma getta BBW outta Cancun
Momma always talkin bout i gotta find a chick
But im sick i was f*ckin with this china chick
Oopsies Poopsies did i say that
Im just tryna rock out like im Asap
I think im big meech nigga thats a maybach
And this dope ass beat yo i made that
Stuck in a forward motion but I'm too close
I'm losing my focus
I might just turn hocus pocus and Vanish with no notice
Like a drop in the ocean, but it's Hopeless, the end is near
How Can i write to a beat and not diss A peer
While I'm dropping a thong like Brittany Spears, I'll keep it 100
As i veer into oncoming traffic
It appears i caused an eight car Collision
I give a f*ck if blood smears
And cooks on the ground like it Was in a skillet
Even my mind Keeps its distance
So I'm locked In confinement, pen pad, for Violent rhyming
Two lesbian chicks, and add a Nine for excitement
(He can't say that) is it my Complexion the reason
I can't Express my obsession with Bearing a smith and wesson
I use the fact that I'm white, When i put the pen to write
To make you mad and uptight, Bitch go find a dick to suck off
You'll never stop it, so knock it The f*ck off, when I'm on the Mic
Cause i will not get the f*ck off, Until then you're living the night Alone cause
Long nights and i never have an off day
Im the kid that you bullied in the hallway
No pics, do frames like a Shaw Shank
Cheerleaders and models hoes u wanna f*ck?
Nigga please you aint ready for those 9 months
Shine Up Tom Brady on my line up
We got some killas on the squad but im fine bruh
All alone in my zone in my bedroom
Imma getta BBW outta Cancun
Momma always talkin bout i gotta find a chick
But im sick i was f*ckin with this china chick
Oopsies Poopsies did i say that
Im just tryna rock out like im Asap
I think im big meech nigga thats a maybach
And this dope ass beat yo i made that
Stuck in a forward motion but I'm too close
I'm losing my focus
I might just turn hocus pocus and Vanish with no notice
Like a drop in the ocean, but it's Hopeless, the end is near
How Can i write to a beat and not diss A peer
While I'm dropping a thong like Brittany Spears, I'll keep it 100
As i veer into oncoming traffic
It appears i caused an eight car Collision
I give a f*ck if blood smears
And cooks on the ground like it Was in a skillet
Even my mind Keeps its distance
So I'm locked In confinement, pen pad, for Violent rhyming
Two lesbian chicks, and add a Nine for excitement
(He can't say that) is it my Complexion the reason
I can't Express my obsession with Bearing a smith and wesson
I use the fact that I'm white, When i put the pen to write
To make you mad and uptight, Bitch go find a dick to suck off
You'll never stop it, so knock it The f*ck off, when I'm on the Mic
Cause i will not get the f*ck off, Until then you're living the night Alone cause
Writer: Kristopher Hatchett
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