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$tupid young - fast & furious freestyle lyrics

[verse:]
i don’t f+ck boy try me b+tch
this glock stuck to me like we siamese
since a youngin’ play with chopsticks like i’m chinese
only shooting from the neck up like an id
million dollar plays put the team on a brand new gen five
glock with a beam on it
stepping on necks footprints say supreme on it
talking money, s+x and drugs you know we on it
finally got some change like a wishing well
it ain’t taco tuesday but we’re giving sh+lls
he was a rat had to judge out here giving l’s
in elementary school he was prolly tattlе tail
i can shake cuz hand i don’t know him
this .44 ain’t nothing h0m+ it’s finna blow him
think i’m just a rapper, i’m finna show him
speaking on my dеad homies so you know we on him
leave the car running on missions we never park it
try us first then it’s fireworks that we’re sparking
ain’t got money for war should’ve never started
suppressor on that b+tch you would think something farted
i be so surprised how i made it out
opps h+lla mad they can’t take me out
got his addie throw a barbecue we steak it out
gps i’ll make a left i’m on this paper route
she just want to f+ck me cause i rap
only time you gangsta when you’re logging on that app
i can’t do a show if they don’t let me bring my strap
got cheese like chucky but i ain’t no f+cking rat
could’ve bought diors but i spent that on a glockie
what’s the point of shoes when they try to come and pop me
so much ice around me keep a stick like it’s hockey
already got grilled in your face like apatchy
yeah, i’m speaking big facts
i get glad everytime i get big bags
take one of mines i’mma slide until i get back
ride all day like we took a trip to six flags
they don’t want no smoke cause these n+ggas already know the deal
please don’t let us catch him slipping that’s gon’ be an overk!ll
when your brother die n+gga that’s when you’re supposed to drill
two .223’s knock off his ear like he holy phil
that boy p+ssy we gon’ make him bleed, period
how ya’ll trynna beef with no cash, i’m just curious
thirty round clip in the stash, it was serious
welcome to the dash, like we’re fast and furious

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