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fukkit - really lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, uh, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
uh, uh, uh, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

[verse 1]
treat this sh-t like a game, get on my level
high as f-ck while you down, we do not settle
watch me cook up the bars like it’s hot metal
and i’m cold, you can tell i’m a cool fellow
don’t forget who go up like a pull lever
make your b-tch give me brain and she’s so clever
and i knock with the b-ss while you so treble
eat my d-ck, you disgrace, hope it’s all settled
in the chain of command and i still peddle
i’m a stone and you more like a small pebble
and i love how you mad like a small fellow
and you going out bad, that’s on all levels
and i keep it one hunnid, i could keep it going and get in between like a marshmellow
when i leave, it’s a drop like fall schedule
while i still make it pop like a hot kettle

[bridge]
where they at? i come to attack
i get ’em on wax, murder on tracks
know-it-all facts, never no p-ss
smokin’ on packs, and we on fast
gimme that, an unopen pack
we fill it racks, i get in my bag
keep gettin’ you back, that quarterback sack
i feel ’em out stat, i’m peelin’ out past

[verse 2]
and i’m still with that mallet to bash
i’m so fly, i just might have to crash
i’m the sh-t like you wipin’ your -ss
and i’m smokin’ on weed like gr-ss
we don’t toke on the weed out gl-ss
stop sippin’ that lean so fast
i don’t need what you need so bad
peds for the rap game trash
and i’m back with a mof-ckin’ anthem
black baggin’ this sh-t like ransom
and these rappers pop up at random
then you turn to the full-blown fandom
and you eat up that sh-t like candy
and i promise you n-gg-s is cancer
with a grip on the cold of my handgun
while i keep it on lock like a p-ssword
thought i stopped but i’m not even close
so you might as well jot down notes
’cause i’m teachin’ you n-gg-s the ropes
while i’m tunin’ technique like a coach
i won’t die like a godd-mn roach
i’m so dirty but slick like soap
i just keep on my grip tight throat
then you die when i clinch my choke

[interlude]
uh, uh, uh, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
uh, uh, uh, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
uh, yeah, haha, yeah
uh, hey, yah, hey, ayy (uh), hey
yeah (uh), uh (yeah), yeah (yeah)
my clique not gon’ stop me (yeah, yeah, watch this)
my clique not gon’ end up stop me (b-tch)
uh, yah

[verse 3]
full-blown menace
my flow change up, your’s don’t
i don’t care how you stay ganged up
cut-throat, that’s the way i was raised, thank god
full cult, that’s a fanbase i gained on the go
i’m the goat, you cannot understand what i wrote, on god
i don’t wanna talk like y’all sit far
i came alone while you still in the car
spent two racks on a new computer
just to make sure you’re not on par
i spent the day sh-t-faced at the bar
you cannot face me or face god
either way, face me, you’ll face one
open up, phase two, done phase one
open up once more and just be done
i could just rip you, it’d be real fun
i could just rip you, it’d be real fun, p-ssy

[outro]
ha, ha, ha, ha, huh (you know who you are)
ha, ha, ha, hahahaha
hahahaha, huh, ha, hahahaha (hahahaha)
huh, ha, hahahaha (yeah, yeah, yeah)
huh, ha, ha, f-kkit (yeah)

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