Untitled (When Pete Just Waterboards Himself) lyrics

by

Truett


[Verse]
Ain't really tryna go to sleep
4 AM and I'm lying in [sheets?]
With a joint to the sky getting high as I need
Every rapper tryna be a G
How cliche, I'm just tryna do me
You can't say sh*t no more without some motherf*cker saying you can't speak
Might as well shut the f*ck up
Got weed in the blunt
Been high for some months, years, weeks
From hours got centuries
Don't get the best of me
There ain't no recipe
Throwing the piece
Smoking a chain yeah you know where I be
You don't know what I've seen (Yeah)
[sh*t?] the words don't believe
Put a b*tch rapper in a kick thеn I make that sh*t into a motherf*cking beat
You know I'vе been rapping f*ckin' clean
What the f*ck you mean?

Put a motherf*cker on the spot like "When you gonna drop that sh*t?"
Say you cooking that heat
Where the f*ck that heat though?
Let the mushroom [?] flow
Left start right up, putting in my cheat code
Nah I'm just f*cking with you
I'm not really that c*cky
That'd be f*cked up
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