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[hook: ¡kylkenny!]
yeah yeah yeah
they coming to f+ck up my day
i go hard when i’m sniffing that yay
my baby girl told me that i was too stuck in my ways
b+tch, what the f+ck you say
what you say, what you say
what the f+ck you say
what you say, what you say
what the f+ck you say
b+tch get the f+ck out my way
you get hit when i’m waving that k
i heard you was talking that sh+t, then come up to my face
b+tch, what the f+ck you say
what you say, what you say
what the f+ck you say
what you say, what you say
what the f+ck you say

[verse 1: denver]
high like yamborghini
she came through with polka dot bikini
thought i was finna poke her, did the polka
my whole squad just rolled up
purple in the soda
styrofoam i might c+ck back and fold you
wake your punk ass up like folgers
i’m just playing, my mind in solar
system you need diagnostics, what that is up in your wallet
hate to slap you out with rocket, b+tches out here p+ssy popping
probably in the projects, probably with no options
polly want a cracker, or just pearls and diamonds
gold my mouth and froze my optics
i ain’t got no opposition
solo dolo with my vision
i get slo+mo when i’m sipping
she got cornrows, i ain’t tripping
eat that p+ssy, good nutrition
you a p+ssy, shot precision
chefing in this f+cking kitchen
buckshot for you rats and pigeons
[hook: ¡kylkenny!]
yeah yeah yeah
they coming to f+ck up my day
i go hard when i’m sniffing that yay
my baby girl told me that i was too stuck in my ways
b+tch, what the f+ck you say
what you say, what you say
what the f+ck you say
what you say, what you say
what the f+ck you say
b+tch get the f+ck out my way
you get hit when i’m waving that k
i heard you was talking that sh+t, then come up to my face
b+tch, what the f+ck you say
what you say, what you say
what the f+ck you say
what you say, what you say
what the f+ck you say

[verse 2: stakes]
light it up, jack o’ lantern
came back round for the pumpkin smashing
when they need a real verse, i understand it’s my time to stand in
oh my god can we please remove stakes, i just can’t understand him
these b+tches way too demanding
put on my songs and the pretty girls dancing
i’m answering questions they didn’t know that they had
my b+tch bad
my b+tch boujee, she got ass
this beat a doozy, this sh+t slap
i’m feeling woozy off of a tab
tactical chunder, and now i’m back
your dealer sold you a bag of some chaff
i’m gon’ retire with more than your dad
pop out like edge, wwe
the g+o+a+t is here to come feast
d+o+m+i+n+a+t+e the beat
jeez, they rewind for me
they getting giddy seeing stakes as a feat
i’m spitting in ones, zeroes, and beeps
i’m not real, i can’t even speak
i just wait to a full moon and turn to a beast
oh what the f+ck did they say
i’m cuffin their bae and i’m f+cking her face
a cup everyday of something that is laced
get the f+ck out my face and the f+ck out my way
i’m sniffing on yay, sipping courvoisier
and they hitting the brakes and i take first place
stakes gourmet but your b+tch get ate
you’re the one they hate, me they celebrate
[hook: ¡kylkenny!]
yeah yeah yeah
they coming to f+ck up my day
i go hard when i’m sniffing that yay
my baby girl told me that i was too stuck in my ways
b+tch, what the f+ck you say
what you say, what you say
what the f+ck you say
what you say, what you say
what the f+ck you say
b+tch get the f+ck out my way
you get hit when i’m waving that k
i heard you was talking that sh+t, then come up to my face
b+tch, what the f+ck you say
what you say, what you say
what the f+ck you say
what you say, what you say
what the f+ck you say

[verse 3: trip c]
i’m always chasing a check
keeping my b+tches in check
i done been locked up
i done made calls collect
juvie made me real rude
meliodas with the moves
hoe f+ck the whole crew
prudes probably f+cking too
i need my cash, coming in fast
i need a b+tch, big breast thick ass
i need to pull on her hair while i blow out her back
i need y’all to put on notice
the goat of the flow is on go and i’m ready to snap
my tongue is only good for three things
either for spitting on beats or for eating her cl+t or her crack
i tell that b+tch she a snack, aye
she love to whine and wine
no wonder her cum tasting like champagne
drive her insane so she giving me mad brain
thirty b+tches like matt james
slap they ass like rick james
wait what
thirty b+tches like matt james
slap they ass like rick james
what
thirty b+tches like matt james
slap they ass like rick james
woah

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