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I got 15 different blunts in the hotbox
Smoke em up
Got bitches lookin pretty but they always say they hung up
F*cked up
Let's record see how you do
If it's good I f*ck with you
If it's not you gone get loose
I got 15 different blunts in the hotbox
Smoke em up
Got bitches lookin pretty but they always say they hung up
F*cked up
Let's record see how you do
If it's good I f*ck with you
If it's not you gone get loose
Bitch I'm quick on my feet like lion or a cheetah
I got hoes that's on the low but I ain't hit her never keep her
I'm too quick take your bitch
Bout to cop another zip
I'm feeling great
And I'll walk you through the chains
True one skeleton maxed out
Just to feel my f*cking face
Private asked out
Left him with his reins
I can't test out
I'm f*cking insane
I got racks down
Body down
I can't maintain
This is my domain that I obtained
Through trials, trips and pain
Wheez the offspring
Of nothing but the coffing
Written on my coffin
The blood I spilt won't stop this
It's giving shred, yeah it's giving shock
Get it through your head you dummies must be f*cking lost
Never suite but it's still giving Bach
Put my thumbs in your eye sockets, I ain't stopping til I hear a pop
Yeah I mix Remy up with my Johnny Walker and talking shit like all night
Flip like Mister Crocker shit's very odd when it send you players up flying
Curtains and cane you off of stage left, certainly wrong but shit it so right
Tryna locate the 3rd or 5th world, certainly ain't afraid of me dying
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I got 15 different blunts in the hotbox
Smoke em up
Got bitches lookin pretty but they always say they hung up
F*cked up
Let's record see how you do
If it's good I f*ck with you
If it's not you gone get loose
I got 15 different blunts in the hotbox
Smoke em up
Got bitches lookin pretty but they always say they hung up
F*cked up
Let's record see how you do
If it's good I f*ck with you
If it's not you gone get loose
Bitch I'm quick on my feet like lion or a cheetah
I got hoes that's on the low but I ain't hit her never keep her
I'm too quick take your bitch
Bout to cop another zip
I'm feeling great
And I'll walk you through the chains
True one skeleton maxed out
Just to feel my f*cking face
Private asked out
Left him with his reins
I can't test out
I'm f*cking insane
I got racks down
Body down
I can't maintain
This is my domain that I obtained
Through trials, trips and pain
Wheez the offspring
Of nothing but the coffing
Written on my coffin
The blood I spilt won't stop this
It's giving shred, yeah it's giving shock
Get it through your head you dummies must be f*cking lost
Never suite but it's still giving Bach
Put my thumbs in your eye sockets, I ain't stopping til I hear a pop
Yeah I mix Remy up with my Johnny Walker and talking shit like all night
Flip like Mister Crocker shit's very odd when it send you players up flying
Curtains and cane you off of stage left, certainly wrong but shit it so right
Tryna locate the 3rd or 5th world, certainly ain't afraid of me dying
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Writer: Jacob Sugars, Jack Wingrove, Sam Schmidt
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