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billythekidd386 - fo'say lyrics

[verse 1: btk]
i still my rep my city boy
silver grills and fiftys boy
come get this l1ck
gimme henny with a gl-ss of ice
i’m empty boy
living life, don’t do to good sober
but now i’m addicted boy
momma wishes her son could get up
and fix his life, stop makin’ the noise
like this sh-t is a big waste of time
rhymin’, making beats
i try to excel in life
i’ve been on my grind
how long do i have to rep that eye
4 guys, all white, what a big surprise
snappin’ and slappin’ hoes
we untouchable, p-ssive mode
don’t f-ck with no f-ggots yo
i got, black and gold chainz, hold up
back in the black, better back track
finna’ snap back on a foe
with a snap back, act fast
rap round you with a rap
finna’ tap laps, asap flow
long live, but i p-ss that
sik on immortal sh-t
dad’s that whack
mac in the black backpack
trap 1 up
i’ma stay stuck, bruh
tryna stack them racks
10 mg, seventeen years
with a disease, the anxiety
that dopes for all my dopamines
and my way of tryna cope with these
things that keep me up f-ckin’ freakin’
cause i’m geekin’, trippin’, not sleepin’ right
feed the fear of my heart beat
need to steer
fight facts it’s a waste of time

[hook: btk]
i, live, my, life, in these drugs and bottles
so, you can’t tell me nothin’ b-tch
i, live, my, life, around these addicts
bout a dollas f-ckin’ savage
fo’say (x2)

[verse 2: btk]
f-ck, russian
i’ma be rushin’ to give you a concussion
i’ma be whackin’ and bustin’ you up
like i’m in percussion
f-ck that discussin’
there won’t be no discussions
i’ll do you justice, must’ve been
f-cking crazy, tryna f-ck with an eruption
get you abducted, murder scene
all these confessions by the dozens
i got so many cousins, that really dig my production
i’m off track with it, back with it
f-g wanna talk that smack
when i backhand that crack fiend
with a band
my team ain’t never gonna slack
every mixtape we make
really made off that gr-ss
my past don’t help me relax
i need to get up out the 3-8-6
with the b.a.d before i relapse
and get back to what i was doin’
i’m losing it boo, off it
and choosing to do something stupid
come here and get the loose on the d-ck
cause i’ve really been trippin’ and stressin
and yes b-tch you guessed it
on vodka and juice
obama’s a douche
i’m out with a deuce
i’m poppa with this sh-t
so call me zeus
i’ma producer, i be rappin’
and i’m down with the drum sticks
but i’m not with the dumb sh-t
dumb b-tch, i’m really feelin’ this pill
got me on my idgaf
i see g’s they rep
b.a.d we blessed

[hook: btk]

[verse 3: btk]
i live my life in these drugs and bottles
if we f-ck, she swallow
not down without gettin’ some head
what the f-ck you think, it’s sleepy hallow?
preach and follow
run this sh-t like greek apollo
i live in these beats, made of lyrics
i’m ill-in-noise, no chicago
still with the pen
despicable me, tryna kick a f-cking l1ck
i spit then f-ck a verse
i’m sick of tryna pick and choose
i still duck a he-rs-, i’m such a f-ckin’ nerd
with making music, i love the words
better get with it quick
heavy, trvpnick & sikwidit
we bout a motha f-ckin’ dolla’
you ain’t with sh-t
but you bound to f-ckin’ bother
come cop a diss

[hook: btk]

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