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Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Halogen |
I pull bitches like a motherfucking habit |
I got a ten-piece for your jaw, come and grab it |
Didn’t ask when I gave a fuck about your family |
Fuck up again, some bullshit bitches sappy |
Pullin' up looking shaggy in a soccer-mom van straight flexin' |
Dick out with a bad bitch on my left, and |
Give me ten, I’mma have another on the right |
You know, sum lil slight then we fuck all night, yuh |
How’s it feel that your favorite rapper ain’t a rapper |
Big boy flex, but another fuckin' capper, huh |
Pretty boy appeal on the pussy lookin' dapper |
Make her fall in love with me then I drop the bitch after |
Give a fuck 'bout any new kid on the block |
On your knees whn you’re near me, I don’t wanna har the talk |
Shit outta luck 'cause you slop top on my cock |
Finna rock all these fuckers on the way to the top |
Crack your skull open 'cause y’all can’t catch up |
Make shit and make it bump |
I don’t need no tag to make y’all jump |
'Cause there’s way more shit where that came from |
Crack your skull open 'cause y’all can’t catch up |
Make shit and make it bump |
I don’t need no tag to make y’all jump |
'Cause there’s way more shit where that came from |
In Scooby-Doo I write the plan, while I’m at it choose the trick |
She can stand in front of line and back it up a lil bit |
Rappin' with the metal makin' salt, call us halogen |
I never been a role model, the problem be you followin' |
Marijuana come in rockets, dabs are rock and shit is flawless |
Gettin' praised from the greatest, banned from the oval office |
Nigga listen, when I talk, better drop your knees, got it |
Or I’ll knock you into-morrow where you still leanin' out on Vicodin |
Hold my peace close, I ain’t even said shit |
Just give it 'bout a year when the figures hitting six |
Hit my DMs, «you should know better» |
Yeah whatever, I ain’t even ever heard you rappin' on shit |
Bones crack on the curb that I put to your wit |
Nigga I ain’t tryna box I’m tryna bust out where it kicks |
Come and check the mint, none of us are counterfeit |
Can’t catch up, homie it ain’t the spotter’s fault you can’t lift, ah |
I can’t hold a straight face for more than thirty seconds |
No I won’t trip, fall into the beat you sent me |
Hold the whole dick if you gonna lick the head |
That line was stupid, so what bitch, I wrote it |
No new shit 'cause I’m tired of expressin' |
The same damn things like a Duolingo lesson |
Caveman shit when I look at my reflection |
Goddamn that flow sick, no shit bitch, I wrote it |
You wanna talk a little bit about damage |
Bitch I’m legal, not afraid to do some to my record |
Oh you can see into the future don’t tell me |
My horoscope says, I’ll punch you 'till you stop talkin' |
Look at 'em stop and stare everytime I start walkin' |
Over and over again, there’s no protocol for moshin' |
Poppin' and sockin' and rockin', puttin' a side of hip hop 'cause |
Where we going there ain’t no god, bitch |
Crack your skull open 'cause y’all can’t catch up |
Make shit and make it bump |
I don’t need no tag to make y’all jump |
'Cause there’s way more shit where that came from |
Crack your skull open 'cause y’all can’t catch up |
Make shit and make it bump |
I don’t need no tag to make y’all jump |
'Cause there’s way more shit where that came from |
Stupid bitch, I’m a narcissist |
Damn right, only get down just for me just tonight |
You’re both right, no complaints only hate for you bitch |
Ass |
(That's pretty stupid actually I’m not gonna say that) |
Who’s your god nigga I probably control flow better |
Gotta vendetta, don’t give a fuck about them trend-setters |
Bed wetters always wanna front up with me |
Better put your hands up, see the stains when you stand up |
They pale runnin', MJ, Cosgrove Miranda |
Sandra, got 'em screamin' all over the mattress |
It’s madness, fantastic our semantics |
Cap shit? |
Nah, halogen only a fragment |