I don’t watch movies I just do it for real
I still kill a preppy b#tch with the stomp of my heal
I take control of the wheel, I see real commas, real drama
I don’t feel real so I kill for the real drama
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Marinate my balls in your punch bowl, soakin’
Pass around a blunt, taking sips of the potion
Loaded AK’s with the pump was a notion
Ask your guy why he’s slapping my nuts for
After school tryna find a good deal at the truck store
But only for Dale, I know his mom is a cuck wh#re
She watches Soupy Sales while she’s rubbing her butt sores
I like to relax the sounds of the ocean
Ghost ride the whip in a three wheel motion
Stay golden, I’m the one that’s chosen
Spraying all my bullets leaving y’all decomposing
Maxed out laxed out chillin’ all relaxin’
666, you’re running from new tricks
Me and Dubby cruising through city limits in the whip
And if you give me lip I’m smacking you in your sh#t
I really hate you if you acting up like a b#tch
Spray tan on me, and I’m feeling kind of salty
Yeah, I’m feeling kind of ballsy, better back the f#ck up off me
And your while crew went missing, yeah it was all me
Now they all walking dead like a cemetery zombie
New shades, teriyaki sling blade
Terrify your wing-mate, I’m the chopper, split your wig mane
These mother f#ckers were bussin’ so I got tough and got cussin’
And blew the guts out the shitter of your cousin
I’m maxed out laxed out chillin’ all relaxin’
Smoking turtle wax in the back of a cabin
Pants saggin’, Khaki’s with the crease
And a low-rider bike equipped with the piece
Window’s tinted, if they ask, I did it
No mask and Covid, in your face, I’m spitting
Hard talking b#tch, p#ss# soft as a kitten
And you know my dick long by the way my pants sittin’
Maxed out laxed out chillin’ all relaxin’
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