You’re a loser, you’re a motherf#cking bozo
What I’m smoking on is strong and its f#cking up the ozone
They miss their shots when I go prone
Uh yawl n#gg#s not comp need to go home
He don’t want pressure, don’t want no Paul Walker crash
Grab a tesla, cut it out boy I’m fed up
Bodies bodies, put you on a stretcher
We hit a stain on you then go listen to Kesha
Oh boy you messed up, them hollows tips they got you leaking
Need a checkup, p#ss# tryna come check sum
n#gg# not finna check nun, geeked cuz he got a check huh
And if you think that tick gone save you it’s a setup
Seph [verse]:
Ima catch a body they don’t know that it’s a set up
Big bag on me gonna leave him dead bruh
I been making money on my own that’s why I’m flexed up
I think you a b#tch, bro you need to get a check up
I got thirty on my waist, spending twenty on a headband
If he talking down put a bounty on his head man
Folding under pressure so we fill him up with lead man
Feeling like a zombie, I ain’t talking deadman
Eleven Thirteen [verse]:
Oh you can’t tell me I’ll feel better
It’s so dumb and I can’t tell ya
He gone pull me over ima drop paraphernalia
It’s so f#cked and it’s so broken
I can’t take it put a glocky right to his head
Feelin f#cked up wish you were in my shoes instead
Copy paste it look around there’s nothing else left
It’s like everyday I’m not feeling right, f#ck out my head
Yea, go, go, go, ya she gone suck me while I’m dashing on the road
She a thot b#tch
Options
Ima pull up put one in his cock-pit
He not feeling good p#ss# boy was feeling nauseous
Terastic [verse]:
Wait what go crazy leave his body in a coffin
When I take the oxycodone feeling f#cking nauseous
Bark no bite ugh always f#cking talking
Running to the bag going fast I’m not jogging
Why u always got to b#tch so much
Always crying like a b#tch boy
I feel like I’m Seph all my troops on deploy
I can’t get distracted by no motherf#king decoy
Balling for the motherf#king city like I’m Leroy
Novastein [verse]:
Walk in the store if it see it imma cop em
You don’t make money n#gg# that’s your f#ckin problem
You n#gg#s really be my sons I popped the condom
And if he really got a problem we can solve em
No, no more
No no
No more
You n#gg#s are weird you beef through keyboards
I know it’s hard but watch it get harder
You n#gg#s acting weird cuz you never had a father
You’re a loser, you’re a motherf#cking bozo
What I’m smoking on is strong and its f#cking up the ozone
They miss their shots when I go prone
Uh yall n#gg#s not comp need to go home
He don’t want pressure, don’t want no Paul Walker crash
Grab a tesla, cut it out boy I’m fed up
Bodies bodies, put you on a stretcher
We hit a stain on you then go listen to Kesha
Oh boy you messed up, them hollows tips they got you leaking
Need a checkup, p#ss# tryna come check sum
n#gg# not finna check nun, geeked cuz he got a check huh
And if you think that tick gone save you it’s a set
Bodies bodies
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