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Yung Rager

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(F*ck you and yo family, you heard me, bitch)

Can't crease up the J's, 'cause my style to fresh
And we whipping on Hayes, did a mile to test 
Rapping a piece of cake, did it all in one breathe
Kicked out of the place, hold a glock, selling meth
Hit you with the K, now my boys take the pressure
You scream out May-Day, pussy on counter-measure
F*ck up on Kim K, I hit her with that pleasure
You got hit with the ray, 'pocolypse this ain't heaven 
Just copped me a grill, $20,000 a tooth
We tote out the remi, sniper on the roof
I roll up a blunt, watch you smoke on some boof
Boy can't tell the difference, Extract, you a goof
I'm coming in first, I make it look to easy
She line up the coke, throwback to G-Easy
Just copped a V12, Supercharged, that bitch wheezing
That bitch 2020, first time put the keys in 
Illiterate, stop questioning me
Red dot with a beam, that's the devil in me
Hit a lick on Walmart, that's the rebel, you see?
Stay keeping about $20,000 on me
My ex calling, bitch, you is bothering thee
Why steal me a whip, when i'm given the key?
I'm way too blessed this happened to me
F*ck a Corolla, Maybach in the lot
Shits legal, selling the officers pot
Our lives are too short, time is ticking, the clock
She calling me daddy, I whip out my cock
Hit me with a Nerf? Holy f*ck you a nerd
She ask for advice, I say, "bird is the word"
She want me to tell, baby girl i'm no snitch
Better watch what you say, 'for I snatch off that wig
Just copped me a Patek, 10k off a gig
Wyclef, Billie Jean, Thugga Thugga, ya dig?
You stoned off a hit, pussy boy, you a sellout
My shows doing numbers, last show, tickets sell out
My boys steady ready, for now we is mellow
But talking is risky, yo brains turn to jello
I'm addicted to nic, sorry, too hard to quit
She addicted to dick, fucking her, that's a risk
(Fucking her thats a risk)
(Fucking her thats a risk)

Let's get futuristic, V20, 10 horse
That bitch Hennessey, modded up a fucking porsche
We can race to the death, drifting around the course
Look at lil DYLSKRRT, bitch ass boy, he a dork
My lyrics do numbers, shits Bank of America
I'll tell you a secret, "yo weapons hysterical"
Career as an artist, that shit is a miracle
I pray to the lord, that's a fact, I am spiritual
Move up in the ranks, after I graduate
You in spite when i'm top, but the grind never wait
I'm super lazy, the stu never late
That's why I f*ck the baddest of bitches, ole'
I give you K, not the K, but ok?
Hit bro with the drop, bro died back in May
You say I spit false, "yo career", oh touché
It's a bottle of purp, not the lean, it's Kool-Aid
I give her the D, MIA, that's the memo
I hit the bitch line, link the bitch to my venmo
She cracked... mix with the molly? I tell her she mental
Boy f*ck out my life, yo career, that's a demo

Solitude, that's the mood, bitches nude, that's my food
On the scene, Ketamine, in the sea, Phillipenes
Monotone, on the phone, finna bone, chromosome
Ecstacy, next to me, recklessly the money

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