Intro: Lazy3x
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Chain, fake
Yeah, yeah, uh
Glocky, glocky
Yeah, ayy
Spaz, spaz (Ayy)
Verse 1: Lazy3x
I grip on the stick, bitch I grip automatic
These nigg*s they fake, they faker than plastic
I stay with the tool just like a mechanic
You not gon' shoot nigg*, can it
I pull up and shoot, not shootin' no candids
They bullets they rip 'em, he need a bandage
The hollows will tear through 'em like a fabric
Boy stop all the cap, boy stop all the antics
In these nigg*s' songs, they f*ck up my adlibs
Pull up with the chrome and it can get tragic
I make him disappear like magic
The Glock with the dick, it get p*rnographic
Pull up with the poles, turn him holographic
Pull up with the beam and I'm wrеakin' havoc
You is a bitch, you not a savage
And I got yo' bitch tied up in my attic
I put it in rare likе she is hispanic
Better change yo' plan, better change yo' tactics
I pull up on block, then that nigg* panic
Pull up with the Glock, leave that nigg* tatted
But that nigg* go, better check his status
Get hit with the pole, got that nigg* spazzin'
I f*ck up her back, I'm givin' her spasms
I'm killin' that nigg*, throw him in a casket
But close yo' eyes before sh*t get graphic
Pull up with the glizz, split him like a atom
My money is small, my money elastic
I leave him underwater, Titanic
I poured me a four now I'm finna test it
Full clip, shoot a panoramic
Get hit with the Glock, change the demographic
That nigg* a snitch, nigg* stop rappin'
The bullets they kiss, uh, romantic
Bitch I got the clips, boy stop the theatrics
The chopper get wild, but the sh*t get jurrasic
Pull up with the tool I shoot like a basket
Pull up with the shot, leave him in a casket
My nigg* stay with it, my nigg*s aggressive
Pull up on that nigg* if he not attentive
Not takin' my chain cus I got a weapon
We can get lit, we can get festive
The Glock with the dick, you get molested
This thing on my side just like a detective
The bullets abuse him, we get domestic
I bought me designer, boy this sh*t expensive
Put him on T.V, uh, Progressive
I look at your money, that sh*t not impressive
The glocky is on me, this sh*t is oppressive
This nigg* get popped like antidepressant
Pull up with the dick, I'm sprayin' propellant
Chopper go sss, Febreeze
Shawty a thot, she get on her knees
You don't fit the lick, don't fit the description
Bitch I'm in Detroit, I ball like a Piston
Pull up on his house, don't need no permission
I leave 'em wrapped up, Egyptian
Pull up with the beam and eat 'em like Skittles
I send him home, early dismissal
And I get yo' bitch, get played like a fiddle
That nigg* want problems he get solved like a riddle
These nigg*s they rats, Stuart Little
Too cool for school, I stay in detention
You say that's yo' bitch, why she in my mentions
Turn him to a ghost, Danny Phantom (Ha, ha)
Interlude: Lazy3x
Glocky
2DIRTYY
Verse 2: Lil Darkie
I'm king of this sh*t, yeah I do it with elegance
I'm the zone I'm in my element
I'm with the spiders and all of 'em venomous
Can't give me brain if the bitch unintelligent
Hoes are retarded, I guess I'll be celibate
Indian nigg*, I'm up on a elephant
Why you be rapping if you so irrelevant?
Wait till your genitals go through development
I hit his skeleton, turn it to gelatin
Make his spirit fly up high like a pelican
f*ck a human being amount of melanin
Doesn't make a nigg* more-so malevolent
You know I tell 'em it, animal delegate
Stealing and burning and kill for the hell of it
All of these rappers is funny, it evident
All of 'em f*cking witchu for the benefit
Do I be f*cking with them, it's a negative
nigg*s be actin' complacent on sedatives
All of yo' music is getting repetitive
Like how I rap on the track but it's better if
I just get credited, I ain't invented it
I just be gassing you all off adrenaline
I'm so competitive
Everyone got they opinion, but all of it relative
I'm in the cut with my nigg*s, bacteria
Always be honest with nigg*s that near to ya'
nigg*s fall off always acting superior
I'm in the gut of this slu*t, her interior
Wanna join us, you don't meet the criteria
I got the rocket that popping in Syria
I be so cold to these nigg*s, Siberia
If I'm on the track, get up, nigg* I carry ya
Pull out yo' spine, make a nigg* invertebrate
I'm in the city, it got a high murder rate
puss* ass nigg*s be talking, they sure to hate
Should I abort this lil nigg*, that's her debate
Uhhh
Pull up I dump out a, "Wait, running man, running man"
Someone better get a weight, put a gram on a pan
Bitch you on the front of gate, jump it then, jump it then
f*ck it get a cutter mate, GTA on demand
Vroom, vroom
Might hotwire the whip and I zoom, zoom
These nigg*s be sh*ttin' like boom, boom
I'm winnin' I'm grinnin', a loon toon
That nigg* want smoke but ain't put in
They butthole, I'm puttin' my foot in
Get out of yo' feelings, you could win
But you way too cold to be cool then
Ahh
I put my dick in her mouth and she suck it up
I'm on your block and I'm barkin' like "What is up"
I will not f*ck a hoe unless her butt is up
nigg* be sucking toes, man what the f*ck is up wit' em
My gun on my denim, I send him to heaven
I get 'em outside of the 7-Eleven
He want it I bring 'em, a spider I sting 'em
The poison is in 'em, I'm done on the rhythm
Outro: Lil Darkie
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