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Yeah, I’m about as high as my metabolism
What an open line, you know that Zach is trippin’
Not a pro at acid trippin’, that’s a given
Weed is something that I used to dabble in, man
If you gotta problem, I know how to fix it
Nothing like a itty-bitty tab to lick on
Nothing like a couple plates of dabs to finish
Feel the beat, you’re movin’ like it grabbed you it
Killin’ ‘em with kindness like we’re fuckin’ with some happiness shit
Huh, Curry from three
I din’ hear the thunder, man, the thunder heard me
And I’m wearing PG’s like I’m under thirteen
Number thirteen, on his shirt tee
I can’t really tell, shit is getting blurry
Moving really fast like I am in a hurry
Eating all the edi’s like my name is Murphy
And you know the Chef is cookin’ cause the fuckin’ jersey
With the number 30 and a name like Curry
Hoopin’ in a sweatshirt like it’s getting Earl-y
Then he’ll wipe the floor with ya like it’s fuckin’ dirty
Splash a motherfucker like he getting thirsty
Slash a motherfucker, Friday the 13th
Dash a motherfucker like he got herpes
Dappin’ up my brother living through this journey
And we laugh at motherfuckers when they think they hurt me
Tryna blow my house away as if it isn’t sturdy
Got you motherfuckers, I ain’t close to worried
In fact, I’m glad you motherfuckers got the nerve to stir beef
Most these motherfuckers barely will approach me
Everybody running like a fuckin’ nose be
Everybody sucking like there ain’t a trophy
"Everybody Something" like it’s 2013
And I was bumpin’ 'Acid Rap' when I was only thirteen
But I still knew the shit was clean as if a brotha’ soapy
Duh, you know me
Got the windows rolling, gotta let the smoke free
Keepin’ shit out, goalie, keepin’ shit out, goalie
And I’m peepin’ shit out lowkey, peepin’ shit out lowkey
And I’m keepin’ it, keepin’ it down, on me
And I’m thinkin’ for a sec, mhmm
Issa threat, mhmm, I’mma make you wish we never fuckin’ met, mhmm
Roll slow, mhmm, like sweat, mhmm
Take a minute to relive it then forget, mhmm
I slipped, mhmm, flow wet, mhmm
This ain’t biting, this is paying my respect, mhmm
That’s Ski, mhmm, not me
Music on the battle bus, when’s it fuckin’ dropping?
When’s it up for copping?
We gon place it over all like a fuckin’ topping
Make it stand out like the color hot pink
Make it stand out like it isn’t knocking
Killin’ this shit, zombie
Spillin’ hot shit, coffee
Greatest all time, Ali
Ooh, this flow make them go nuts
Construct, haste makes waste, no rush
Dumbfucks, they think they gon’ crush
But I never have the heart to tell ‘em they ain’t got the touch
I just sit back and watch like, “f*ck”
But I never been the type of guy to see someone and judge
I don’t say much and I don’t hold grudges
But you know I love it when they go in public
Tryna do some dumb shit just to get noticed
So for a moment, I’mma just make fun of it
Me and your mother got some undercover secrets
Talkin’ literally under covers, think it’s nothing, think it’s
Just me bluffing, “Nah, he doesn’t mean it”
Boy you’re wrong, I got a couple reasons
Last night, she got busted cheating
On your fuckin' father, we got fuckin' heated
Like a summer’s evening, suckin' on my penis
Then I served my justice, bustin' on her cleavage
Know you’d love to clean her, covered up in semen
Tuck her under sheets until she’s rushed to sleep
And I can tell you now she’s filled with comfort, dreaming
Of me, when she wakes, though, I’mma juggle feelings
Bitch, I’m tryna say that I’mma dump, then leave her
Fuckin’ break her heart into a dozen pieces
Know that shit is cold, but she was just as freezin'
Someone throw the bitch in jail, I heard it’s almost time for cuffing season
Swear to God she crazy, man, she twisted like a double helix
Duh, I’m freakin’ tryna get the word out like a public hearing
Slurring, seepin’ tryna get the word out like a stutter, speechless
Y’all some fuckin’ muggers, reaching
Talk shit ‘fore you fuckin’ hear it
Thunder flow like gunner, feel it
Sticking substance butter, peanuts
And it got my number leakin’
And it got my numbers peakin’
And it got my money speakin’ languages like European
901 the motherfuckin’ greatest, I know you’re agreeing
Uh, phone blowin’ up, shout out Graham Bell
Someone disagreed, now he can’t tell
Then he switched up, now he stand still
I can’t deal, Howie Mandel
Drug it to the side ‘til they open up their eyes
And they fuckin’ with the boy in the Tommy Hill tee
Nugget number 5 when I come up on the rise
If they’re gonna get annoyed, then I prolly will be
Huh, yeah, and yo bitch know I be legendary
Colder than muhfuckin’ February
And she my boo like she very scary
Told that lil’ hoe for a fact
That she can’t be attached like a necessary watermark
And I been holding it back
Not to go for a splash like a Stephen Curry waterpark
You don’t even got possession of a car to start
Let alone buggin’ for an auto part
Anytime you’re lookin’ for a break, you’ll fall apart
That’s why you won’t see me couple days with a rotten heart
‘Cause everything I’m pulling’s from the bottom part
Watch me drop this shit and they gon’ call it hard
They gon’ eat it up, fuckin’ chocolate bar
Hang it up, frame the muhfucka’, call it modern art

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