Hey Olly, ah, come on in here, dude [Huh?
Ayy, ayy [Huh, huh, huh?
Huh, ayy [Huh, huh, huh, huh?]
Your favorite rapper really weak, he bite off underground
And for all the mainstream n#gg#s stealing my sound
I do a thunder sound upon your girlfriend cheek ’cause she a freak and she love the sound
Knock a goopy n#gg# loopy, I won’t bust in rounds
Converting all my strength to dope I smoke, I got bucks and pounds
Dodging hoes that represent my past, I guess I’m ducking clowns
And the way to your momma Pantaloons is like a bucket sound
Swish, dude, got my dope from Swiss dudes
Brodie always la— [Uh, ayy, ayy, look
Swish, dude, got my dope from Swiss dudes
Brodiе always drag to leave the housе like, make it swift
Got a 100K on a song in my hood, I’m Taylor Swift, dude
Never tweaking over laundry money, man, my cheddar crisp
Damn, I talk too much
Mainstream too scared to rap it, underground too weak to hang
n#gg#s see a wave and galley up ’cause they all scared to change
n#gg# like, “Why you stare at my girl booty?” Boy, I’ll stare again
n#gg# like, “Why you—” [Huh, b#tch, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah]
Hundred thousand hoes, n#gg#, hundred thousand lives
Hundred thousand poles, n#gg#, hundred thousand sights
Buffies on, diamonds on this sh#t, it keep my vision bright
Feel like Rosa, serving out that bus, be high of seven Runtz
Huh, I got two main b#tches, had to split ’em up
Gas man and I keep a pump, bullets fill him up
Wocky got a n#gg# floating, call it
She gon’ put it up into and slob me up, I call it Cocoa Puffs
Put white stuff all on her titty, she got coco nuts
Latina b#tch, she crazy, wanna f#ck, I call her loco sl#t
Uh, okay, alright, I been on that back block
Uh, serving junkies crack rock and letting caps lock
I met this b#tch off Instagram, I throw her traps high
Turned that like into a backshot, she feel like laptop
I got twenty hundred, million, thousand b#tches and I ain’t picking one
I ain’t touching base with b#tches, I just hit and run
I f#cked this Christian b#tch, she wasn’t even nothing
I call that sh#t conversion, kid, ain’t talking ’bout the gun
I f#cked this ho, she hitting high notes, it’s like she Taylor Swift
Got them n#gg#s selling drugs for cheese, I heard the plug was Swiss
Smoking Z in Japanese, here come a heavy mist
Heavy sh#t, keep a heavy metal, feel like I’m in Kiss
No, b#tch, you can’t get a kiss
f#ck n#gg#, you got like twenty kids
Haha, ah, damn, you got like twenty kids
Twenty n#gg#s gon’ f#ck your sh#t, you suck like twenty dicks
Damn, I need a lil’ bad white b#tch, just some’ like Taylor Swift
Haha, on gang
We love you, Coz
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