pretty pe$o - boom bap practice lyrics
[intro]
([?])
yeah, come on
[verse]
f+ckin’ got me trippin’ now, i’m clutchin’ out my backpack
motherf+cker, i’m so od, you better call the police
i peep the game, i get around
f+ck up out your body, count the sh+t that i be crankin’
f+ck your b+tch and cut your body down
smokin’ f+ckin’ h+lla weed, blunt inside the kitchen
lately, on a detour, ’cause i been on the pills
like, harder than the detox
i was seventeen, writin’ raps inside my notes and smokin’ weed inside the bathroom
hotbox the b+tch, motherf+cker, i was that dude
couple years later, oxycodone on my doorstep
now i’m nineteen, rollin’ up this sh+t, the big step
still don’t give no f+cks, contraband inside the truck
motherf+ckers on my d+ck until f+ckin’ i bust a nut
too many thotties in my mentions, i hate f+ckin’ with these b+tches
rollin’ nicotine up with the molly, got these b+tches trippin’
turn on my television, locked up in the cage, like, i just got a sentence
break off minor b+tches and tell my b+tch that i’m about to finish
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