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kazi (hypocrite) - pepto bismol lyrics

[intro: lil grea$y & kazi]
slatt
don’t put that in there, please don’t
ima put that in there
lil grea$y’s funeral, f-ck camping on the way, look
i’m more than a man, i’m an idea

[verse 1: lil grea$y]
shouout lydon with that fire -ss verse
best conservatives this side of the earth
f-cking this beat, sh-t’s bout to give birth
lydon shredz doing tricks riding on the surf
there’s four of us but we don’t come forth
lost boy coming up going up north
ooo yo kazi, switch the beat up
homie do not disturb
i will stomp you out on the curb
whip the bimmer let it swerve
your b-tch dm me she get curved
lil stanky -ss b-tch tryna get on some d-ck
hop the f-ck away from me and hypocrite
he gon punch yo baby mama in her hippo cl-t
monsoon going live b-tch it’s bout to get lit
ok i hop in the stu b-tch bout to go ham
little kosher -ss boy doing fire -ss verse
monsoon next up b-tch i’m going full send
i see your b-tch -ss riding these trends
making this money bout to get a benz
show up to church to make some amends
shoutout nate i got no f-cking friends
and shoutout julia cause everything ends
and kazi released that fire -ss mixtape
nathan looking dry with all that stanky -ss bape
shoutout arriaga cause you know he smoke that dank
hop back in my bimmer and fill up my gas tank
to finish this off i just wanna say
monsoon records here to stay
so you can write verses and try to complain
but get the f-ck out of here stay in your lane

[verse 2: l-shredz]
yo kazi, i say free a$ap
i am the uh cat in the hat
you know i’m back with a big big gat
bang bang pow that’s all i’m at
i’m white not black
everyone saying life is wack
it’s hard
your girl is a libtard
got a hole in my sock
what’s on my waistband yeah that’s a glock
going down doors, knock knock knock
dropping baggies all around the block
you know i’m out here supplying hot
yuh i’m a hot boy all i know is destroy
f-ck you soy boy

[chorus 1: lil grea$y]
pepto bismol in my cup
rip to lost boys club
mess with me you gon get cucked
monsoon records coming up
pepto bismol in my cup
rip to lost boys club
mess with me you gon get cucked
monsoon records coming up

[verse 3: kazi]
son of a god son of a b-tch
i’ll leave yo baby mama body dead in a ditch
you can tell how he’s doing by the state of his wrists
is that a cup of lean man gimme a sip
i got used needles poking outta my ribs
and 3 packs of cid gripped in my fist
i got powder on my nose and my lips
i’m so ducking high i can’t see through the mist
masala greasy this sh-t is too easy
imma beat a women then change my name to breezy
i’m sorry man but i don’t want to spit pc
but who the f-ck cares n0body watches tv
tabasco sriracha this sh-t is just flame
hypocrite kazi you better know the name
after earls concert i’ve never been the same
f-cked up my head so i guess i’m insane
my gl-sses are round and my hoodie is purple
tryna diss me and i might come and hurt you
better go run get home before curfew
i’m living with vices f-ck all the virtues
get out of my face i don’t say h-llo
i don’t like no one, f-ck the patrol
i don’t fake man i’m just messing
but f-ck the tape health that sh-t was depressing
yeah i know i’m an edge lord all cause i get bored
making moves like a chessboard but i’m just a dumb nerd
when i pull up all the sweat poured the men roared
all of my debt soared hope you’re praying dear lord
and screw god he praying to me
get off my d-ck this sh-t isn’t free
i’m doing this sh-t your a wannabe
but f-ck this verse it’s a one out of three

[chorus 2: kazi, lil grea$y, & all]
pepto bismol in my cup
rip to lost boys club
mess with me you gon get cut
monsoon records coming up
pepto bismol in my cup
rip to lost boys club
mess with me you gon get cucked
monsoon records coming up

[verse 4: young masala]
ay we back yeah we back
got the new rap sounds for the track
hypocrite kazi brought the snack
got the box call it craft it be mac
now we pull up from the back and you better watch out
hold up ayo what’s that sign on the door
it says do not disturb so you better not shout
if you do edward gonna hit you to the floor
now woah slow the flow
going through the lines yeah down the row
read the notes give it a look
lemme finish fore we in the books
we out in the stu but it ain’t my house
bars hit yeah they ain’t no doubt
beat good but it ain’t westcoast type beat
sherm and sh0r-line bring em out to meet
monsoon out here yeah we got a sound
mafia group now we la bound
wait pause yeah there’s more to read
roddy rich featured gunna yeah we switched the beat
now switch up again like m&m too
not the rapper like the candy tho m&m’s will do
and nah i’m not hungry whoa that’s new
cause i just ate the beat masala is through

- kazi hypocrite lyrics

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