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[Verse 1 - Dastard]
Yeah
Shoot at a n*gga, he have an epiphany
I just f*cked a white b*tch, I think her name was Tiffany
I was pipin' her down, got her moanin' a symphony
Yeah, she moan on my di*k like she singin' in harmony
[?], they ready, yeah, I came with the armory
b*tch I smoke on Grade A, that A stand for astonishing
You a runnin' b*tch, you [?] for the conjuring
The girl head was so faithful, I think it's promising
The bit' was like a staple, I'm wit' the paper
Yo b*tch ruin my day [?]
I'm like Lightning McQueen, you still drivin' Mater's
Lil' boy don't make no sense, how you n*ggas be [?]
Call me CoryxKenshin, I'm breakin' ya ankles
And this Glock on my hip, he gon' [?] like it's maple
I lеt the rest [?]
Got a [?] on my face [?]
[?] rеally better than you n*ggas
Yo boy [?], b*tch [?] really pull the trigger
Lil' b*tch bounce on my di*k like she cosplay as Tigger
I came up with my pronouns, I go by that/n*gga
Do you know what comes after rock, paper, and scissors?
You guessed it, shoot, now you better run
I'm addicted to killin', yeah, I think it's fun
I could kill you with ease by the push of a button
On my Tokyo sh*t got a stu- a- a stutter
[?] bad 'cus boy you be bluffin'
I am not the police, I do not be cuffin'
Ok b*tch, this ain't Halloween how I pull out the trig
Not a play, like a movie, I stick to the script
Emma Watson [?] she down on my di*k
When I pull up with [?] don't be askin' for sh*t
Imma pull out the gang how I'm hittin' this lick
[Interlude - BROKIE]
Wait- wait- wait- wait- wait- wait- wait- wait
We're doing some no melody sh*t?

[Verse 2 - BROKIE]
Ok
No melody rap hella easy
Don't gotta be gifted but shoutsout to Leezy
I promise yo head all my punches are 3-D
I'll beat up her cheeks like my name was Chris Breezy
You know where I'm at, in the bay have you sleepy
I got on the hoodie, the Tims with the beanie
I'll stomp that b*tch out like my name was Luigi
I'll paint yo b*tch face like I'm doing grafitti
b*tch I'm the pick of the litter, there ain't no need to be bitter
I took a sh*t up on Twitter, I f*ck yo momma, yo sister
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a [?]
b*tch you be talkin' that [?] up on my name
b*tch, I do not give the littlest sh*t
Or the itty bittiest sh*t
Because I'm the pinnacle, b*tch
You know I'm the Riddler wit' it
[?]
You callin' b*tches a kitten
You never catchin' me sippin'
You never catchin' me sippin'
[?]
You know I'm better, you might as well get f*cked
You say I'm bitin' styles when all of your [?] up
Two rappers who are better than you [?]
'Cus I'm doin' hella better than you and yo clique, huh
And you rappers hella salty [?] b*tch, huh
You know the pus*y fire, I'll give it a lick, huh
I'm 'bout to put a tally and up in her liver
And when I miss, I [?] the pus*y, I'm makin' a hit, uh
Ok, these rappers really tryna step to me
Say that I'm bitin' from [?]
b*tch are you deaf or now can you see
I [?] my old styles, it's fire to me
b*tch, you need to retire, you need a replacement
Yo sh*t is so trash that I'm sick of yo face, b*tch
[?] Instagram [?]
Yeah, me in a villa, we stay goin' places