ScubaSteve
Sticky Ricky
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Yeaahhhh Bitch okay Bliss on the tra yeahh Okay I mean Bliss on the beat I just pissed on the beat Okay Bitch Hopped out the Scuba Bitch I feel like I'm Steven F*ck everything you believe in Demon paint job on SE focus Had me leaning leaning leaning Whoa Gimme a bitch I can put this bean in Take this fucking pill and tell me what you seeing I take her to the store She seeing neemans Look at my glow See me gleaming I'm in longhorn Steak was under season That's why I only f*ck with smoky bones I'm smoking calis And you bitches still packing cones My shit hit Bitch I only smoke Roy Jones 4 grams of runts 7 to ya boy dome I mean 5 grams of biscotti to yo boy dome I mean 6 grams of Uhhhh Yeahh Bitch You get the point Homie passed out from the fumes Ain't even hit the doink I only bring Cali plug with me When I hit Detroit Smell like ash What you hitting in that fucking joint Sonic dash in Just tryna get a little coin Rat ass bitch You a fucking Stuart little boy Frying pan metal on me Let it fucking sizzle boy Middle man Yeah you smoking Malcolm in the middles boy Big tikes What you gon do with those little toys Yeahhh Punch like Neil Bitch my Armstrong Try touch shit pull it out Now his arm gone Took a swisher sweet And I put lucky charms on Yeah bitch This is such a fucking hard song If you say it's not Then you fucking hard wrong And you a dumb shit Dumb f*ck Homie keep the clip And he dump shit Dump truck Pump fake When I shoot shit I make dumb bucks Dumb luck If you hit me I got a gun tuck Run up If he 6'3" Then I'm gon punch up I'm not scared of you Big jumper So fucking high I Need a parachute You ain't never spend a quick 5 on a pair of shoes Elvis Presley bitch I'm out here wearing blues And I'm round some hound dogs Talking bout you plugging shit You couldn't get a pound off F*ck it I would bet a pound You don't know what a pound cost Pull up with a silencer And turned his fucking sound off Yeah he really deaf Thinking that he calling shots Nah he ain't really ref Thinking I don't call the shots That woods must be filled with meth Bro almost got shot He fucked around and spilled the tek On stage shooting shit I fucked around and killed a set F*ck with Rick I guarantee that you will regret Yeahhh That's a bad move Everybody know Rick Is a bad dude Step out in heron And some dad shoes 2012 with a 2013 and it had cruise You ain't have cruise? Bitch it's 2022 You spent a 10 Bitch I just got a 20 threw I count it up Bitch I always doing the one and two They be 5 pointers When Yall hear I'm coming thru Hopped out the scu Ahh Bitch what it do Got a 3 off a two Hopped out the scu Yeahhh I Hopped through the roof
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