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lil duress - i'm a jerk (freestyle) [straight flowin fuck a hook] lyrics

stay geeked up never been a bartard
off the adderall for days because i gotta go hard
with the 3’s of robitussin it’s a must i get wild
i hit the dance floor and had to smoke a black & mild
with these e+girls on my tip but if they broke they can’t come in
pop so many pills i bought the patent for clonazepam
trapping off an alcatel doing what i do
ytk2 burner for the phenibut and shrooms
ain’t no smoke for free gotta put at least a dub in
hit the lou’s burgers up on watt and now we grubbing
all these rappers nerdy so i punched them like mclovin
and i hate skinny jeans because the burner keeps rubbing
mikeal’s jerking to the right, jerking to the left
jerking on these hoes, say my name b+tch, duress
step up in the party block heads wanna fight us
because we drinking all this kratom and f+cking huffing all this nitrous
everything quiet and we moving real slow
y2k trenchcoat gang in the door
so we reached and grabbed the straps and yelled “everyone on the floor”
then we sprayed them all with bullets until they couldn’t feel no more
then we dipped in mikeal’s truck and poured up another jug
and slid up on that skuzbag jaden for a dub
and lucie filled balloons with metallic tasting drugs
and we cracked all of his whippets until the sun came up
poured another jug, smoked another blunt
smoked three mapacho’s i could not feel my lungs
then we slid up on his plug and bought the psychs that grow in dung
and spent the week in shroomie world flying on a magic rug
your b+tch rode my d+ck, i had to moan “giddy up”
when i was born drinking kratom through a sippy cup
pretty boy money, free bands in the future
goth b+tches in the smoke shop doing voodoo
manic paranoia from these joints laced with mace
go to my room my brain leave my f+cking face
i ain’t tripping about no birds, i ain’t tripping about no pounds
i’mma move heroin all through the sac+town
i didn’t make the beat i just took it out the oven
these rhymezone foozlers get baked like a m+ffin
i’mma grasp the russian out the goyard if you bluffing
and watch me pop three bullets plus a baker’s dozen
me and skuz cherub looking like the crust cousins
britt and tiff of this rap sh+t we ain’t fronting
tripping, plexing, bluffing, or nothing
y2kboys 2solid sh+t is what we summon

- lil duress lyrics

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