Slavic Trapper lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-uh

[Verse 1]
We go hard in the south and we know it (b*tch!)
Sitting ass in a pub, b*tch, we going (Yeah, we…)
In the streets smashing heads with them bottles (Grr)
We don't got f*cking feds, step on throttles
That's the way that we getting over sadness
One day turn in a motherf*cking madness
That’s the way that we getting over breakups (Punks)
One day choke on a vomit from the hiccups
You got me wrong, I'm not the one that you wanna see when you up at night
Unleashing the venom, I'ma get you when you in my sight
Turning my bats in 'em f*cking flying rats, they could f*cking bite
Teeth full of parasitе, teeth full of parasite
I'm that stoner doom lover, bad blokе tripping
b*tch, I know I'll soon hover, float, won't strap in
In my wizard hat, 'bout to f*ck a witch, busting
Why my music mad? b*tch, I ain't no f*cking Justin

[Verse 2]
Lucid dreams where I'm f*ckin Vickie Smith, and she swallowing
Fill her mouth with my motherf*cking di*k, tits, they wiggling
She my princess, she that one that I would pick out of million
I'm her prince, and my chance is f*cking big, 'cause I'm brilliant
I'm that slavic motherf*cker, drinking vodka, juice (Yeah, b*tch)
I'ma squash you like a ciggie with my dirty shoes
Drinking habbit, something I would never ever lose (Know it, ayy)
b*tch, you lost like Nemo, I'm a beast like Bruce
[Chorus]
I'm a slavic trapper, f*cking bass slapper
Beat's a meat, I'm the sauce, yeah, salt and pepper
I'm a slavic trapper, f*cking bass slapper
Beat's a meat, I'm the sauce, yeah

[Outro]
We go hard in the south and we know it (What?!)
Sitting ass in a pub, b*tch, we going (b*tch!)
In the streets smashing heads with them bottles (Grr!)
We don't got f*cking feds, step on throttles
We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (b*tch!)
We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (What?!)
We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (b*tch!)
We go hard in the south and we know it