MALARKEY! (feat. Dedboii Kez)

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Yeah, these niggas ain't shit but some pussy
He thinkin' he him, so I gave him a cookie
I drown in the sauce, man, I feel like A Boogie
I frown to yo' songs, nigga, you is a rookie
That nigga done owe me some bread and he surely ain't dippin' away
Pussy boy paid it fully
I got him on sticks like a puppet, he Woody
If this was a musical, he gettin' bullied by everybody that's walkin'
The nerds and the staff and the hoes and the nigga that's tardy
That boy started cryin', I pressed my left timb on his face and he folded, I didn't say sorry
That nigga been talkin' on gang, so we slicin' him up like the vines that be in the safari
I heard all his songs and his boys steady tellin' him that he a spitter, he spittin' malarkey
Line him in red if he step to my circle, boy we got a ball outside like Target
I lit him up, hid him under the carpet, he twitch from the static, the chopper was sparking
I hit yo' bitch from the back one time and she really said that my dick was the largest
WDFA and I Downhill Slide in this bitch and I'm really gon' catch me a body
Five-star whip, I peel off diabolical
Shoot through yo' skin and yo' teeth and yo' molecules
When the pistol got a dick it's inaudible
Hickory dickory dockery blick
He saw the clock when the glock went tick
Blood on my fit and my watch so drip
We done bloodied the ground like a pen with no ink
Niggas know that I'm him, I'm the one with the shits
He better not think he the shit cause I got somethin' for him
He copy his life out of them Quora forums
He livin' a life of no stress and some fortune
That nigga ain't never shot or ripped an organ
That fraud, he don't know what he talkin' 'bout
Rap about larceny, that bread was never found
Rap about movin' them bricks, never had a pound
Rap about gunfire, he never heard the sound
Rockin' this bitch, get him down to the fuckin' ground
Yeah, that's yo' bitch and she givin' me 50 rounds
Run up, I empty the clip, I got 50 rounds
.40 colt catchin' him slippin', we get him down
Rambo leave him leaking, he layin' face down
Bitch on her knees, I be fuckin' her face now
Pussy nigga, put that boy in his place now
Pop him dead, Tay-K, I did me the race now
We finna grease him like he was some takeout
I need some tree and some brain and a payout
Me and his bitch probably f*ck and gon' make out
Hit me a lick off this verse, that's a payout
The pistol gon' make that lil' pussy boy break out
That nigga be goofin', his life is a fake out
He thinkin' he woke, he a lil' Andrew Tate now
Sike, puttin' his kidney for trade now
You niggas is some dumb bitches, I hate you
Your music hurtin' crazy, I need some tissues (Uh)
Pull up, all my niggas totin' them missiles
I get the pistol, turn the bitch to a cripple
I crash in this bitch like a motherfuckin' cymbal
Your set finna double up, I'm bringin' triple
He said he got bitches, that nigga be single
Not even no single bitches wanna mingle
With your ugly ass nigga
You dirty as shit, bitch, stupid ass
Damn

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