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Missed Call
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You stupid-a** lil' boy Aye, stupid-a** lil' boy, huh What up, Stan? What up, Reese? Aye, aye, aye, aye Sh*ttyBoyz Rusty-a** boy need WD-40 Pockets fat as hell like I f**k with E-40 Jumped in the deep end, never seen Dory Laying with a cold b*t*h drinking [?] And the piece foreign, Visa from the Netherlands This b*t*h got the demon head but she heaven-sent GOAT DNA, b*t*h, you can't question it Heavy-a** Triple S, I could press a brick Been a scammer since birth, I'm a shiesty f**k You bought ninety pieces and declined off ninety numbers Man, yo b*t*h? I'm most lik?ly f**king Real Sh*ttyBoy, me and gang, we rid? with plungers That mean we got sticks around 360 on a b*t*h, I done spint around If it's up, bro'll make a opp hit the ground She gon' go poof if you bring yo b*t*h around I could make hits, take hits, or I could do both I just got a chop, the clip longer than my new bow Just had yo b*t*h in her feelings, did her too bold If it's really beef, I grab the heat like it's too cold Aye, now they finna say I came heat I watched everybody 'round me change but I'm the same me N***as tried to knock me off my pivot, I ain't changed feet Old hoes get the dang face with the gang three Good punch turned my closet into Foot Locker Ran the check the f**k up, I'm a jugg doctor Ran the check the f**k up, I need a foot doctor You ain't aiming for my head, you a foot popper SmackDown punch work, I came Scotty 2 Hotty Big drip, boy, yo b*t*h sick I came tsunami Drifted on 'em out, turn a Scat to a Ducati Caught him skywalking at the set and knock the Luke out him With the Sh*ttyBoyz, cutting up like the Ninja Turtles I be really dripping Off-White but my denim purple And my cup full of crushed ice but I'm sipping purple They ain't feel the pressure last year, b*t*h, I'm finna hurdle Got kicked out of church 'cause I scammed my reverend If I hit him with that, he gon' land in Heaven Jay Ale's now, it used to be anorexic Shout-out FedEx, I got Apple Jacks for breakfast Wouldn't put a ring on a b*t*h if she was Neptune B*t*h said she wasn't throwing neck so I left room Louis checkers wrapped around my waist, making chess moves Crack him up with the chop, I brought [?] Aye, but ain't sh*t funny You ain't throwing neck? B*t*h, you ain't got sh*t for me They like, "What's that hanging out that b*t*h?", that's the clip, dummy And I'm steady leaning off the juice like a sick mummy Throw a jab? F**k around and get yo a** killed The gang speed cranked up, you can't pa** this I'm a Ksubi rocker, love how the pants fit Jam d**k in yo b*t*h then I jam chips If it's pape on the floor, I'ma lay down More slides, OT, than a playground I'll bust him if I catch him on a greyhound We on ten with him if we catch him up on 8 Mile N***as tapping in for the sauce, this sh*t A1 I could pa** it off or shoot the pill like I'm Trae Young Never folded sh*t, tatted on me since day one B*t*h called my phone talking crazy, had to hang up
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