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heze the martian - 304 lyrics

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[intro + heze the martian]

sp+cetrip boys, f+ck you talkin’ bout’ n+gga
alright, this sh+t coming’ off the dome, i can’t even write today
my n+gga, nate made this hard ass beat, so you already know i had to hop on that mothaf+cka

[verse 1 + heze the martian]

alright
i hate a hoe ass n+gga (you hate a what?)
a 304 (hoe ass n+gga)
i’m the g.o.a.t. of sh+t talkin’ ain’t no cap, i’m in the mode
when i step, i’m drip walkin’ out… f+ck (b+tch, i’m drippin, hoe)
when i step, i’m drip walkin’ cause’ my trap be h+lla cold (yeah)

p+ssy n+ggas keep stalkin’, cause’ my name be h+lla known (shut yo ass up)
[?] just a sh+t talker, he don’t really got no pole (b+tch)
p+ssy keep talkin’, we gon’ stomp him in his skull (hoe n+gga)
and lil’ b+tch don’t keep stallin’, you gon have to hit the door

aw f+ck, godd+mn, i’m switching up. (aw f+ck)
got a pint of [?] i’m finna sip it out this cup. (sippin’ mud b+tch)
got these empty red cups, wе finna bounce it off her b+tt (off her b+tt)
i just bust a rеd nut, i think there’s something wrong with my cum (n+gga what?)

flint be havin’ lead cups, that water make a n+gga dumb. (n+gga what?)
choppa buss his head, gushin’ blood his period this month (bow, bow)
on the road straight to kentucky trynna fill bud in these blunts. (kentucky fried chicken)
that n+gga broke, ain’t got no funds, he on his taxes claimin’ what? (ha, broke n+gga. hahahaha)
[bridge/hook + heze the martian]

i can’t think, n+gga, i’m trippin’
i f+cked that b+tch, now she limpin’ (ay, ay)
b+tch, you slippin’, you ain’t crippin’ (sploosh)
shut yo b+tch ass the f+ck up, you ain’t pimpin’ (alright)

[verse 2 + heze the martian & bonus]

i smacked my cousin in the head, that n+gga really actin goofy (hyu)
ah+hyuck+hyuck+hyu, that n+gga really goofy (wow)
it’s summertime, i’m with yo b+tch, we finna chill n’ make a movie (make a movie. ah ah ah)
back that check and make it stretch, im really feelin’ like i’m [?]

the way i’m smokin’ on this skunk, it really smell like stank coochie. (b+tch, that stank)
got that glock, i shoot my shot with laser beams, just like i’m stewie (bow)

put two shots up in my cup, my weight is light, i’m feelin’ loopy (feelin’ light, b+tch)
that n+gga cappin’ when he rappin’, and he know that sh+t is dookey (godd+mn, n+gga)

pass up the thots, beat it down. you know i don’t eat up no coochie (that sh+t trash)
b+tch n+gga keep on hatin’, h+lla mad, he ain’t in gucci (outta pocket)
yeah, yo b+tch she want the d+ck, she slurp n’ suck just like a smoothie (bow)

out through the mouth, i hit two shots, when triggers pull, i got the dewies (need to stop, b+tch)
[bridge/hook + heze the martian]

yeah, yeah, run that back, run that back
we gotta do that again (yeah, yea we go+, we gon’ run that back)
aight, hol’ up (bet it up)
let’s go n+gga (bet it up)

i can’t think, n+gga i’m trippin’ (i can’t think b+tch)
i f+cked that b+tch, now she limpin’, ay, ay (n+gga, what?)
b+tch, you slippin’, you ain’t crippin’ (yeah)
shut yo b+tch ass the f+ck up, you ain’t pimpin’ (man. shut the f+ck up, n+gga)

[verse 3 + heze the martian & bonus]

it’s a good night in harlem, i might take me out some toes (yeah)
choppa stay n’ crunch a n+gga, just like some cinnamon toast (cinnamon toast)
n+ggas tried to catch me lackin but the didn’t know the low (yeah, naw b+tch)
n+ggas swear i’m doin’ laundry for the way i moved his load (alright)

pop a n+gga hat back (bop), watch that new era get old (watch that new era)
yellow steppin’, never risky, i just pray, i never fold (i’m just prayin’, n+gga)
got this b+tch, she trynna f+ck, a n+gga really really on a roll (yeah)
last thing i’m finna say, 2021 a go

[outro + heze the martian]
i’m just gon’ clip that out, edit that, and put that back in
aight

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