​​dunkin on these crackas lyrics

[Verse 1]
I been trying but I can't get out the rut
My throat been getting tight, feel like I'm boutta throw up
Bouncing back like a basketball, finna run amok
b*tch, I'm dunkin' on these crackers while I'm holdin' on my nuts (Yeah)
Me and all my homies steady passin round the stank
We ain't never gonna leave the first circle anyways
b*tch, I'm talking in the void, mix it, now I'm getting paid
From the curses, I be spitting in your mothaf*ckin' brain
I wish I knew what the f*ck was going on
Walk around in circles 'til my glabrous is gone
Don′t hit my phone 'cause I don't wanna talk
Actually I got some sh*t to say, just listen
As time be going on I can′t relate to you b*tches
I'm turning off your sh*t before you even say a sentence
Y'all done copy what we did up on the first menace
They're missing originality like 2 shae, it's pathetic

[Interlude]
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Seriously, theyre missing originality...yikes

[Verse 2]
Everyday I wake up, Zeddy coughing up a lung
So I smoke a cigarette and put that b*tch out on my tongue
Watch me make it out the rut just to fall back to the funk
Broke the mirrors at the crib because I hate what I've become
Brain matter on the pipe, uh, light that b*tch up
Hitting like it′s All Might, uh, put yo' fist up
I'ma burn the city down, 99 skipping town
Going deeper to the South so I ain′t never getting found
Put all my earnings in a pile and grab the gasoline
Flick a match and burn it all it because it don't mean sh*t to me
I don′t like nobody, put a bullet in his center piece
Put 'em in the trunk, I'ma drop him off in Tennessee
Shawty wanted me to open up so I told her, "f*ck you"
"I'm sorry, little baby, 99 got trust issues"
I'm in the studio steady rolling up missiles
Pass that b*tch to me, myself and I 'cause I don't f*ck with you