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4bom - john shedletsky #based freestyle lyrics

[intro: 4bom]
yo real based sh+t, you already know what it is, kentucky fried records
uh
john shedletski, yeah, based freestyle
you already know
free palestine
free bobby shmurda, free tay+k
trap+a+holics mixtapes
free max b, free nba youngboy
free lil durk, free melly
free fetty wap, free pooh shiesty
d+mn son, where’d you find this?
this is a certified hood classic

[verse 1: 4bom]
real based sh+t and you know this sh+t get crazy b+tch
imma blow your house up, my dad work for the navy b+tch (navy b+tch)
pants saggin so low, this sh+t look like the 80’s hit (80’s hit)
swag so hard, it like crack in the 80’s b+tch (80’s b+tch)
ruler of the underworld, i’m trappin’ just like hades did (hades did)
used to be so broke until my money did 180 b+tch (180 b+tch)
they bannеd me off the ‘gram becausе i’m doing too much crazy sh+t (crazy sh+t)
your man caught some pedo charges, i know he do some crazy sh+t (crazy sh+t)
b+tch you know i’m the master of them bricks, john shedletsky (swag)
yo b+tch at my crib, she suck my d+ck with her bestie (bestie)
ambidextrous stick, b+tch i’m shooting with my leftie (with my leftie)
pulled up to the trap, i made a nice bowl of spaghetti (spaghetti)
b+tch you know my music sh+t gon blow, like confetti (confetti)
got pulled over in my car with 20 pounds of fetty (f+ck)
when my sh+t be hittin’ the streets, it hit ‘em like a chevy (swag)
i’m finna f+ck this b+tch and wipe her down, if she let me (f+ck)
swag on a hundred, b+tch i’m breaking all the records (records)
b+tch i never paid attention in class, f+ck the lectures (f+ck)
your b+tch left you ‘cause she know that i’m just f+cking better
too much f+cking swag, i’m hitting sh+t like scottie sheffler (bam)
f+ck them dating apps, last time i did it i got cat phished (f+ck)
roll the window down for the cops, smell like cat p+ss (f+ck)
you know my pockets be so heavy, like a fat b+tch (fat b+tch)
unlimited methods in my mega that’s a fat l!ck (fat l!ck)
[verse 2: tys0n & 4bom]
hundred percent lego batman, fat b+tches please hit me up
don’t drink lean, i gotta p+ss clean, pedialyte in my double cup
serious about the fat b+tches, your weight need to double up
told my nco to k!ll himself, got me in the push up
you ain’t join the army, you in the air force like a f+ggot
b+tches on my d+ck, ‘cause you know that i be swaggin’
threw my gas mask on, ‘cause you know that sh+t be nasty
it’s a new one every night, on the couch, castin’
i’m cravin’ brain b+tch, buh, i’m a zombie
you ain’t got no drip, your momma dressed you abercrombie
she was all up on my sh+t, my sh+t hang like a donkey
my drawls hit the floor, and my ass was h+lla swampy
neon, babytron, we got andy milonakis
p+ssy gettin’ technician, now you can call me linus
parallel park in the shower, you need a license
beefing with this r+t+rd and you know his name is finest

[verse 3: nol4n]
i’m so based, and you know i can not speak proper (proper)
smoking so much d+mn weed, i need a detox (detox)
i need so much head that her knees lock (lock)
i got so much money, now i see my opps trap+a+holics mixtapes
look at my d+ck, b+tch you see three b+tches
call me druski b+tch, ‘cause i stand on business (stand on business)
sippin’ wock, and i pour up in a faygo (faygo)
i asked a fine shyt, i’m like “how you’re day go?” (go)
i don’t give a f+ck ‘bout a answer, i’m tryna hop in it (hop in it)
i don’t give a f+ck about his day, imma k!ll him, just like cancer
after that, i text his b+tch then i don’t give a answer
baby that boy like a pamper
me and your b+tch get it nasty
[verse 4: cloud soulja]
your b+tch slip you quick, ‘cause you wasn’t with the sh+t maybach music
(what the f+ck?)
i came in lookin’ sick, but i came in with a bl!ck (oh my god)
a bad b+tch just told me she really want the d+ck (sh+t)
i took her to the room, then she went and hit the splits (sh+t)
oh, sh+t, you really are a b+tch (d+mn)
shoutout chief keef, yeah i don’t like that sh+t (woo)
b+tch, pull up with a blade, not a stick (f+ck)
molly bump your ass b+tch, and molly got me sl!ck (yeah, yeah)
b+b+bounce up on a b+tch, yeah i went and hit the quan (yeah, yeah)
no one understanding the sh+t that i’m on (huh, uh)
i’m gone, rolling in a ‘rari feeling strong (huh, uh)
uh, i came in with some missiles and some bombs (and some bombs)
uh, this head, yeah i f+ck her glasses off (what the f+ck)
got her next to me, and she suck me on her lawn (d+mn)
uh, tryna get that green, hit that bumbum, uh (sh+t)
tryna hit the scene, i’ll put you on

this sh+t is trap music, b+tch
listen to this track, b+tch

[bridge: jai]
yeah, you already know what it is
yeah this that kfr classic
jai, vt x kfr you know what it is
i’m ‘bout high as f+ck, i don’t care
trap+a+holics mixtapes
shoutout lil b
free luigi
long live castro
you know what it is
trap+a+holics, real trap sh+t
[verse 5: jai]
b+tch i’m young and brown and i’m fat, but i’m still hot (swag)
60 b+tches on my d+ck, cause they know i stay hard (yup)
based sh+t every day, you know i’m reppin’ b+tch mob (b+tch mob)
shouts out to lil b, thank you basedgod (basedgod)
b+tches on my d+ck, ‘cause i’m andy milonakis (andy)
b+tches on my d+ck, ‘cause i’m loud and i’m obnoxious
swaggin’ so hard i think i need a doctor (what?)
your b+tch made my d+ck hurt, i think i need a doctor (owww)
all these blue bands, look like a f+cking jazz concert (money)
i promote these drugs so much, i think i should get sponsored (facts)
wake up in the morning, straight to scamming, i got no time (none)
your b+tch she a demon, suck my s+m+n ‘till her nose cry (what?)
okay you f+cked that b+tch, i did it first, i’m just like soulja boy (youuuu)
why you talkin’ crazy ‘bout me, you know i don’t know you boy (huh?)
i just said wassup to you, that don’t mean that we’re homies boy (facts)
kfr the f+cking movement, this sh+t going global boy (global!)

[verse 6: eazyshot]
young white man, b+tch i’m ignorant as f+ck
i don’t really give a d+mn, hoppin out the tesla truck
you don’t ever f+cking win, you don’t ever get no dubs
first time she let me hit on her period, i was boning the blood
i was boning that sh+t
i was born with the rick, i was born to throw up on a [?]
i swear to f+cking god, imma go up on a bender if i get another like from a fat b+tch on tinder
b+tch i’m swagged out, b+tch i’m swagged out
add a motherf+cking [?] on to the trap house, yeah
just to let you p+ssy boys have a chance at rolling
yeah i love me black hoes, but not candace owens
what the f+ck you say hoe? better f+cking lay low
boutta take out the whole village like i’m kratos
b+tch i’m pistol times table, you a f+cking turntable
b+tch i’m making b+tches wanna know why it’s fatal

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