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.33 delirium - the loudest pack in the universe lyrics

intro
all kids
why you trappin so

verse 1 (.33 delirium)
i+i pull up to class
with that loud in my backpack
two blunts of the opp pack
lil b+tch i am off that
the choppa stayin cozy
my fit on its all black
in the back of the classroom, i′m servin’ that gas pack
sold the teacher a dime bag
she let me tap that
she blowin’ up my phone but i’m never gon’ call back
you get smoked like some dub sack
we got straps like its baghdad
come to school to stack my chips, i′m makin plays like this blackjack

verse 2 (sugs)
blowing on the bong in the back of the classroom
man i’m too stoned they gon’ think i’m a statue
callin′ me a catch, young depp with some tattoos
this is not a catfish, i could really catch you
i’m so money all them babies wanna takе me out
but i’m taken, how could i not be?
bouncе copped a ounce of the cake for my wedding
wow, think i′m dropping out, f+ck a cap and a gown
verse 3 (.33 delirium)
double d’s up on the choppa
so i’m calling it malkova
i got all these opps to smoke, how the f+ck can i be sober
all this smoke got me bi polar
i be only smoking pressure
i got shawty and her best friend tryna neck me in a tesla

verse 4 (sugs)
i crashed a tesla in the ocean
f+ck elon though
you stuck on planet earth nerd
i′m in heaven hoe
i f+ckin’ died
came back just to haunt you as a ghost
crack a 40 make a toast cause honestly i′m making dough

verse 5 (.33 delirium)
s+say it to my face if u want smoke
did you really buy that heater just to keep you warm at home
no toronto, catch me outside
posted up when its cold
if you really wanna go there we can go and get it on

verse 6 (sugs)
imma go, so what’s up then?
ain’t care for instruction
i keep a pre+roll packed in the bag i bring lunch in
ain′t f+ckin′ with you cats, catch me out with the dunces
fashionably late making my way to the function
verse 7 (.33 delirium)
imma hit em with the touch down, bust down on my right hand
six shooter kick back pass it to the right man
come and throw them hands and you gon end up in a cat scan
duke nuke em when i shoot them i don’t even need a game plan
all black like i′m batman
the choppa do the can can
eat xans like i’m pac man
no really i′m the pack man
shawty throw it back back
i might just attack that
meet her after school, with that loud in my backpack

- 33 delirium lyrics

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