Hybrid (ft. yungberogie)

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Droopyd

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Aye, yeah, aye
Yeah, aye, aye, yeah

Bust down on my wrist I got bands on my shoes
Every time you gon' to beat me you gon' lose
Just know I never hit a bitch, never gave a bruise
Maybe I did, I was turnt too much booze

Bust down, all my day ones with me in a big truck
Now they tryna hate on a boy cuz he next up
I ain't a doctor but I'm 'bout to get my check out
I just pulled up to the bank, I got a clean up

Alright Droopy's back, and when I'm on the track
Somebody better get these rappers some body bags
Ya'll promote fake shit, well that's awfully sad
I'll kill this shit if I see one more copy cat (Copy cat)

That lil' bitch got me leanin', I've been in the front page
I know you've seen it, you dreamin', I've been schemin'
To be honest you my son's no fetus, wait
To be honest you my sun, no phoenix

Bust down, ice on my wrist I got bust now
Why your bitch be callin', she wanting me to f*ck now
Bands on my shoes, it's too easy, I'm up now
I've been so high just know I never come down

I just walked in with a Glock
You will never ever see me with an op (You will not)
Never give a bitch a photo op
Cut that bitch out like photoshop
She can run and cry to her pops

Bust down on my wrist I got bands on my shoes
Every time you gon' to beat me you gon' lose
Just know I never hit a bitch, never gave a bruise
Maybe I did, I was turnt too much booze

Bust down, walkin' every street of my town
Sell a new compound that puts you in the ground
Every single person I have met now what's me dead
Might as well be walking with a target on my head

Pissin' shit on stage and you'll still go buy some tickets
I cut off your head and I throw it in the thickets
If you talk some shit, you get hit, so don't f*ck with it
For my benefit, I got grip, bands of counterfeit

Lied my whole life so I don't see the point in stopping
Keep on taking drugs even though the body's dropping
Death hole through the roof I've got a new leak in my house
Got a brand new coffin it can fit my future spouse

Enemy number one's strapped with a fucking gun
Homicide just for fun, pockets now weigh a ton
Stepping up to me I crack your head with a hammer
Steady income, I get paid by the flower

Bust down on my wrist I got bands on my shoes
Every time you gon' to beat me you gon' lose
Just know I never hit a bitch, never gave a bruise
Maybe I did, I was turnt too much booze

Bust down on my wrist, you ain't shit
I ain't no homo, I live for the clit
I've got much money call me the Ritz

You know that we ballin' woah, my ex keep on callin'
But I do not miss her, I'm twenty-one, a savage, no issa
F*ck on that bitch
You know you gon' kiss her if she act up I dismiss her

Got a lot of money fell in love with the banks
I ain't talkin' 'bout Alissa Violet
I f*ck her, then bust on her eye lid
I ain't a human, I'm a hybrid

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