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Ayy
Brace as you feel the cold like the winter snow
I flew in December defeating my slumber
I'm drowning and you'll never know
Blasted, blasted, want the pressure-pressure
Among the lord, succ*mb to me under pressure, ayy
Brace
Look at the slits on my wrist
Look at the blood in my p*ss
Cold as my heart
Tend to get better at this
By the time when I wasn't just
Cold from the start
Grabbin' the K with intentions
You bust it, but n*ggas be jumpin'
And plus if you add it up, add it up, put it up in your heart
pus*y, might find your heart
Try me, might fight, fist f*ck, on sight
Wrist heavy, fat dyke, pop Molly, Mike Ike
I got glacial white ice and my b*tch rack nice
And I do fight dykes, ride my di*k like a bike
I got black in my voots, my name's Toby, like I'm Roots
Grab that bat, "Hey Bruce", swing, that b*tch might lose a tooth
She suck di*k with no tooth, my nose runny like, "Achoo"
With that pus*y, I got coins, might insert right in her groin
It's like jelly, ayy, di*k right in her belly, uh, yuh
Baby got back, yuh, b*tch, come look at my tats, uh, yuh
You got taxed, yuh, my head built like Bratz, uh, yuh
Dump that b*tch, yuh, who gonna hold my racks, uh, huh
Blasted, blat-
b*tch I'm black ayy, blasted
Black
b*tch I'm black, ayy
Black Gat, ayy
Black, ayy
Black Gat, ayy
Black Mac pack
And the Mac in the back of your backpack
Where the strap? on my lap
pus*y boy-oy, you can get whacked-acked
Ayy, wit' a Tec in your Eyelid
Haha
pus*y boy, pus*y boy, ayy
Ackpack
Where the strap? on my lap
pus*y boy-oy, you can get whacked-acked
Ayy, wit' a Tec in your Eyelid
Haha
pus*y boy, pus*y boy, ayy
[Tutorial and World by Rainbow Dash]
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, f*ck 'round, pus*y boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you f*ck 'round, you get narc'd
Hang with your b*tch, uh, I did it
Soft-ass, I'm with it, uh, I did it
Surgical snippet, uh, I did it, yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
n*ggas askin' where I got my drip at
Told a n*gga throw a backpack, n*gga, back-back, mm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a f*ck n*gga, "That's that"
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade, uh
Asian b*tch cleaning like the Crochet, uh
And my wrist nibble like the dark shade, uh
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, ayy!