xxylvii - impossible lyrics
[intro]
(you are a mental case)
[verse 1: yukixo]
pull up to the forty and i’m back inside that bih
if you talkin’ down on gang, you stole my swag, you stupid bih
and i really got no time, all the time tryna diss
yeah, i’m posted in the cut with my [?] rizz
i ain’t got no time, you stupid bih
if he talkin’ down, we gon’ show up at his [?]
blood [?] all over the floor, i don’t care now
if he talkin’ down on gang, we gon’ leave it on my hair now (yuh)
[verse 2: xxylvii]
(b+tch, we up)
all these f+ckin’ twinks gon’ eat me up like a popsicle
pull a hit+and+run on all these cops, man, f+ck the constables
360 no+scope to yo’ head, it ain’t impossible
steal yo’ b+tch and beat her up like i just caught a body
i ain’t no law+abiding citizen, man, i will shoot yo’ shawty
got the 2 and 2 and 3 like my name was f+ckin’ scottie
i don’t f+ck with andrew tate, that’s why i don’t have a bugatti
f+ckin’ r+t+rd need to stop your whinin’ and just f+ckin’ listen
daydreamin’ ’bout that b+tch, but you can’t even get a kissin’
bet you really want my love, play with my b+lls like pulisic
try not to beg ’cause you gon’ get pessimistic
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