Bobby bro, what’s goodie lad?
Lost all ya money on what coin?
Pull up to australia ill bring my emu to the block
Investing into shiba inu while im dissing on this flop
Cuz thats wack
Thats cap cap
All fax fax
Rolling a fat blunt with
The sticky in my backpack
Mans all chat chat
Doing 44 in a 4 door commodore
Burning rubber with the lads
Come straight outta brisbane
My boys would do ya in prison
4114 all the way to the woods
Yeah, you better wear your stab proof vest
Coz when I wet you up thats a knife straight thru your chest
Loose shiv on the side of my hip, looking for opps to get dipped
Poured, seasoned, fried like chips
{VERSE 2: BobbyWiPH8ter69}:
Ay, b#tch my neck been on icy
My neck been on froze
You wear an amulet of fury made of fake gold (oh)
Bob you ain’t happy
This sh#ts rеal sad
Every other song you make sounds worsе than f#cking bad
Go give your wallet a xancoin
That sh#t need it for the pain
From all the money you lost, investing on 20 year old games
Oh wow you pk?
Shut the f#ck up you look like DK
Except less muscle, hoes, fame, but you still smell like an ape
Ay im spazzing on the track f#ck you mean
Brodies forehead looks like it goes on for f#cking weeks
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