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For boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the doors nigga

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
What's your again? Nobody knows it
Don't to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, picnic
Not of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Watkin's a faggot
Please and get me
Said I suck him at your
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' me
I got banned from New Zealand, called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I believe it
Ban a kid the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never
Damn, to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is
that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why don't they me?
Cause Nike gave lot of niggas
But I'm the only nigga ever to check

than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people ideas
can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in of em
I believe you a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white daughters don't bring Jerome
I am the nigga archetype
I am the and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be funny
I mean you can even dress bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra
And I gave you all I got, you want extra from me
Oxford want a full lecture from me
And the pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, emotions out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go hard"

For boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a in my room

Two, Three,
Hold fuckin' horses
Niggas really thought that T lost it
I'm better at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin'

Hold fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of
I knock 'em down, effect, no pepperoni
I

This them golf boys, like them hot
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before
Got too drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad and she brain
That's that road head, that's a car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was
That's that one nine nine one, 'nother like I
You find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger wise but my nine
Middle blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my up
Steaks are high well and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time
She got hair like Shanaynay, and like Wonda
Oh my

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy
Ye we hittin' models like Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a trees
Where the money grow, and get bodies
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, we should team up
Anti boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma

Son you Jesus
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour Yeezus, well
I'm for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Golf