Papa ain't call even though he saw me on TV, it's all good (Fuck you)
But now my balls balls deep in this broad's jaw, swallow girl, it's just nut
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah, they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Flog Gnaw, nigga, you can tell by the badge
Hodgy, pass me my inhaler
I'm sicking of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animal, Noah's arking, all from this rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like "What the fuck's an apartment?"
Get shit poppin' like Peter's pores during puberty
Take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch
Shut 'em down
Nigga, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
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Hodgy Beats:
I tumble-crush on huzzy sluts, give money up then nutty butt
Professor Nutty Buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch
Like, what the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck, turn the fucking music up
So I can't hear these stupid fucks, talk-no-walk, let you discuss
You're talking too much, who the fuck are you to us? Uterus
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up
I'm shooting up, you and her crew on turf, new desert
I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
I can smell the whore on a bitch when she walk around my crew to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first
Fuck a human nurse, I'm ill I used this earth to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my Lou, get hip to the pew
You can drink piss and eat a dick in a few, the sickening view
Of visuals, woo, I'll eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids after school and give them drugs 'cause it's cool, fucker
Tyler, The Creator:
Shut 'em down
Nigga, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga, let's smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit that's green
A little purple and pink, come get some Swisher Sweets
About three or four more than needed be
I got a eighth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape, I could taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
You could smell us in places when we walk in our clothing is
Always covered in flakes, enough for two shake blunts, and what the fuck is this? Uh
I think this Mary is laced, my heart is beating at paces
That Pacquiao can't relate I'm fucking faded like gradients, shit, I'm stuck like tape
That's super glued to the center of Kelly Price first waist
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, the shit is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana's very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel, pass the sherm
Let's use the Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit
Shut 'em down
Domo Genesis:
C'mon, my nigga, you don't even smoke, you weak as fuck, my nigga
You do not smoke, no tucks, my nigga
You're as weak ass fuck, your butt my nigga
Oh, mark ass nigga, Cuh, oh my God, bro
Here come this weak-ass nigga, Samuel
