| Pull up with a chopper and I got invisibility
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| Ghosting everybody on my Snap, they call me Danny P
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| Used to hit her with a poop sock, now I hit the yeet (Yeet)
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| If you talking hella smack, you about to get smacked on
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| Pull up with a strap and I’m talking 'bout the strap on
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| On my momma, though, you about to get clapped on
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| Shoutout BLOCK GANG, all the noobies will get crapped on
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| We just gettin' better
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| I call Mickey Mouse to share some of my cheddar
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| You call up your homies and tickle their feathers
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| And you switching sides like your name’s Caitlyn Jenner
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| Pooping with my shooters and we calling you a queer
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| Yeah, my dad is getting cigarettes but it’s been seven years
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| And you think you hella tough but you never got a stick (Ayy)
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| All your friends are hella soft that they clapping Timmy Thick (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| Pull up with the choppers, dump his body in the trunk (Pew, pew, pew)
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| They say my flow nasty, it’s stinky like a skunk
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| You mad 'cause I’m coming up, you in a funk?
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| Skinny boy all day, I am not a hunk (Bruh)
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| Scrawny as hell, if you couldn’t tell
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| Might get caught up and go to jail
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| I’m black, slavery, yes, I’m for sale
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| I wish my dad was Christian Bale
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| Ayy, I ghost her, no Danny Phantom
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| I wanna go listen to Party Rock Anthem
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| Shoutout MOL$, Yun Head, Cyno, too
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| Oh, and Dolph, he is my boo
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| Just kidding, that was gay, I’m not gay
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| Ayy, just kidding, that was gay (Yun Head, Obama loves you) |