ezruh - dimwit lyrics
[intro: splitzismyname, yvgnahh]
+and these n+ggas cops like blart (okay, let’s go!)
stomp on his head, he a maggot
that n+gga crossdress, he a f+ggot
spent like 100k on this patek
these n+ggas anne frank in that attic
come ’round this way with them tools
you get ran down for your shoes
n+gga spitting tra+
(ezruh, shut the f+ck up!, yo ezruh, suck my f+cking d+ck!)
(gr8tah talkin’ ’bout some “my soundcloud ass+)
[verse one: yvgnahh]
that n+gga stupid, he a dimwit
put that n+gga in a pack like a toy, he can get his f+cking head split
p+ssy, i don’t got a chop, so i’m finna slide on you with a broomstick
n+gga said he got my addy but he not slidin’, i don’t give two sh+ts (what?)
i cannot rob you, b+tch you broke
i put the knife in that n+gga stomach, now that b+tch leakin’, yeah, i get him poked
that n+gga think about me, i’m the demons in that n+gga head, better call the pope
he gettin’ kidnapped, yea he strapped down, stuffin’ lead down that n+gga throat
[verse two: splitzismyname]
(what? yeahhhhh)
i feel like a lego with my set
these n+ggas cap type on the net
you say you gon’ rob me, make that bet
walk down on the block with this tec
i’m with your b+tch, she give me neck
i’m in the field, but i’m not no vet
walk down on him with that nike check
kreep through in all black nike tech
the n+gga ain’t ’bout sh+t with no set
i’m freddy krueger, like “who’s next?”
i feel like batman in the dark
i got a glock on me so don’t start
pull up with the tranq on me with no dart
mask on like deadpool and these n+ggas cops like blart (okay, let’s go!)
stomp on his head, he a maggot
that n+gga crossdress, he a f+ggot
spent like 100k on this patek
these n+ggas anne frank in that attic
come ’round this way with them tools
you get ran down for your shoes
[verse three: yvgnahh, splitzismyname]
n+gga spittin’ trash, get him out the booth
ak beam a n+gga from the roof
said you got bread, n+gga show me proof
this b+tch on a tee+banner like he bruce
hang a n+gga like a slave with this noose
i’m not french, n+gga, f+ck a truce
i’m in new york with that deuce
i’m in new york with them knocks
you get shot down, i don’t box
red dot on your face, chicken pox
i got a red dot like an ox
gr8tah b+tch schemin’, b+tch, i’m finna plot
watch these n+ggas close like a hawk
he not shot, hit him with a glock
i’m at your head+top, johnny knox
n+gga not gang, he not in the flock
sticked up in the trap like a dog
hit him in his noggin, watch that n+gga fall
come through the chimney, santa claus
n+gga can’t see me, b+tch i’m in your walls
i got heavy metal, b+tch i’m always strapped
you got money? b+tch, that ain’t a fact
gas in my lungs, splitz, we finna match
sendin’ forty shots with the wacky mac
i been on the block with that strap
this ice ain’t from the tap
you talk at my show and get clapped
i got ricks on, this ain’t gap
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