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Yo I 'fi mash this work I don't wanna hear no man chat shit Don't wanna hear no dirt Man come through with a one two bang I'ma 'merk like 'Broly I go berserk When I drop these bars these bitches butt-hurt Like "Yo E you dumb little nerd You chat all this shit and this 'was" look Real talk I just need to be stern Tell a bitch just shut up Come to your ends like what up Niggas try rain on my shine Like ASAP man come vex like Pusher If I buss this right and a left three times I'm going the wrong direction My bars are hard like erection Man just incinerate infection Blood, I'll give you a C section Cesarean man open belly True say her 'pumpum was so smelly If I don't get paid I'm like young 'Melly At 6 pm you'll be on the telly If I get pissed I'll burn your clothes When you really get mad you dash like Bolt When you really get mad you hide you sulk If I really get mad you'll start to choke Spin your jaw do more than that Take mans chain 'finna take mans cap Crease mans air force put it on snap Lemme think of a caption, no cap I said I do more than spin your jaw Leave man done wash up on the floor On your way out, please shut the front door And don't start bawling Mash that work I don't wanna hear no man chat shit Don't wanna hear no dirt Man come through with a one two bang I'ma 'merk like 'Broly I go berserk When I drop these bars these bitches butt-hurt Like "Yo E, you dumb little nerd You chat all this shit and this 'was" look Real talk I just need to be stern Yo Y- E, that's me, that's sticks and stones These lyrics might, break your bones I'm really out 'ere 'tryna set this tone So I gotta come cold like Crepes & Cones I knew it all ready from day like yo I'm gonna be big just watch me bro Look, I know it ain't set in stone But this time next year I'll be shutting down shows I'm a good 'yute, I ain't 'tryna be bad So please dissect my lyrics correctly I don't condone no 'bootings or no 'cheffings Man, just don't test me Listen, last year I felt so low Now I'm spitting these bars all fast not slow Come round there and I'm digging these hoes You'll never ever know how I got this flow Man I got bars for days Fuck your bitch man 'jeet in her face I know 'bruddas that'll slap that gauge And write off cars 'cah they're 'ments like 'Taze Fee, 'fi, 'fo, fum Caught a whine off a girl with an English bum I cannot run with a rusty one See I do it like 'Headie, me can't use guns Cesarean man open lung The quality of your bars are like old Samsung's Bey-blade I'ma just leave man spun Brother don't chat to me about guns Are you dumb 'diddy dumb dumb dumb, are you Round man up like I work in a zoo I don't read out of a 'biblio boo When the p was short I had to make do Look, for the bros them I'll back it You'll never see man move static You know that I am not so passive So when I see you blood it's tragic Do it all I'm moving chromatic But I can't swim so I'm not aquatic Bare man say my rhymes are traumatic Move pragmatic Put him in the attic I don't wanna 'ear no man chat shit don't wanna hear no dirt NONE