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(right…. right…. yeah)

i got a bag of kush & some swisher sweets, i roll it then p-ss it, pistol pete
bars are hot like venice beach, my soundcloud been filled with heat
all my n-ggas got money on ’em, got honeys on ’em, like we chill with bees
these n-ggas talkin’, ain’t n0body listenin’, like 0 followers & 1 million tweets
shut the f-ck up n-gga, (ayyyyy!)
beatin’ up the beat, no nunchucks, (karate!)
can’t stand a girl who complain about n-ggas not respectin’, but let anyone f-ck
all i got is money in my brain cells, i’m thinkin’ about it, i’m thinkin’ about it
that’s a memory bank, so i’m makin’ deposits, i’m makin’ deposits
f-ck with the crew & we shootin’ like peja stojakovic, everybody gettin’ bodied b-tch
poppin’ at y’all like some sausages, came in the bank, all i need is some hostages
talkin’ sh-t? please put a sock in it boy…… i’m too hot for these boys
her p-ssy so wet that i might need a snorkel up in it, no oxygen boy!
kentucky reppin’, i’m gonna rise in a second, i get it then flip it, then give it back to my regime
and i’m givin’ these b-tches ’bout anything but a wedding ring, n-ggas ask me what i want & i just tell ’em like everything
i just tell ’em like everything, got a sick flow no medicine, shoutout to girls who don’t be goin’ through n-ggas messages
meddlin’, finna take my city somewhere they ain’t never been

uhn, and all the sh-t that you do is irrelevant
here’s a comparison, let’s say the sh-t that you droppin’ is fly, then my sh-t is an elephant
but i’m benevolent with it…. hm, straight outta lexington with it
flexington with it, might run for president with it, man this is conceptual sh-t
i got b-tches i’ve f-cked with who’s steadily dissin’, but they know my d-ck is like heaven, admit it
i come in the booth & i handle my business, i put on my suit like i’m jiminey cricket
and then i just k!ll it, then k!ll every witness, yeah
shoutout to all the real n-ggas & shoutout to all the bad b-tches….. (smoove)

okay i’m whippin’ it flippin’ it, gotta cup & i’m sippin’ it, gotta ho & she’s textin’ ’bout me coming over & hittin’ it
to be honest, i don’t feel like wasting gas, plus she ain’t even that bad, but a n-gga off adrenaline, (i’m on my way)
it’s 3am, got migos bumpin’, i’m swervin’
thinkin’ that she better suck a n-gga [bleep] when i get there, if not, i’m curvin’
alright, alright, alright, darkskin n-gga tryna get up in the spotlight
n-ggas can’t match, it ain’t prom night, i am that motherf-cker, all up in ya mom right?
got a cup full of vodka, tryna find a white man’s daughter, then i get up in the bed & slaughter, then he gon be like
“where the h-ll is she? she better not be with that black boy”
yeah, yeah, man she with me… we at the mall in the food court eatin’ subway
then imma take her to the studio so she can hear me rap, and i might drop her off on monday
drunk as f-ck, stumble in the kitchen with a vodka-stained north face, uggs all leanin’
everybody in my crew’s real, no secrets, i swear everyone’s authentic

only f-ck with real n-ggas, disrespect, i’ll k!ll n-ggas
straight drill n-ggas, we goin’ to the top, never stop til we reach a mill n-gga
and that’s real n-gga, real deal n-gga…. no feelings, f-ck how you feel n-gga
i can’t chill with ya, if you ain’t real n-gga, if you ain’t ’bout makin’ money payin’ bills n-gga

i never f-cked oomf, cause she got a man, but when that’s over, i’m first in the dm
flow locked up, got bars, yellin’ “free him!”, swimmin’ in the haters, ‘know they got me in the deep end
but you know i’m michael phelps in that ho, don’t need no help in this ho
when she gives me head, it’s like i stuck a d-mn table leg in her throat
all my n-ggas ridin’ with me like a party bus, my heart cold as antarctica
my ex cheated, but i bounced back, like a tennis ball on a racket bruh
now i’m smilin’… and i’m happy then ever, if you hatin’ then meet the back of a shovel
i gotta put on for my city, these n-ggas can’t pick it up, i swear they lackin’ the muscles
these n-ggas need muzzles, keep talkin’, think i don’t hear….. who wanna battle me? volunteer
we ain’t in tennessee, all these ho n-ggas supply all my energy, watch for the frenemies
watch for the people who’s stuck on their ex, claimin’ they over ’em, but steady text
and probably their bestfriend on snapchat, but f-ck all that sh-t, i’m just tryna be the best
(tryna be me), f-ck all the n-ggas who’s tryna be seen
f-ck all the people who probably been dissin’ me when random people just bring up my name
reppin’ kentucky, i’m rappin’ like aliens ’bout to abduct me, i’m ready for the light
backstabbers ready with the knife, just got a call from eddie, yeah we might, bring ya ho back to lex for the night, ke…

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