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(Enrgy made this one) Ha-ha-ha-ha Nyah Nyah, nyah, nyah Ha-ha Phew Nyah ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Rather keep it to myself, I got so much bottled up (I got so much bottled up) Hold the Presi' up like I just got elected, call me Tronald Trump ('Tron for president, dumbass) Up the Mickey Mouse on a goofy, he gon' turn to Donald Duck (Brrrt, fa-fa, fa-fa) I ain't even post the jewelry I been droppin', better follow Hutch (Follow Hutch) Acting bougie, you a freaky frog, lil' hoe, you swallow nut (You swallow nut) Hate a grown man that is always crying like a female (Female) Blocked the bitch number, she done hit me on my Gmail (Gmail) Smackеd the curb while I was pourin' drank, I need a detail Thirty city tour, tickеts sellin' out on presale (Presale) Doggy broke as fuck, he couldn't make it out with free bail Dog Shit Militia, when it's war, I bet we prevail I can pearl up anything, don't matter if the leaf stale Lil' bitch fast as hell, her pussy got a V12 (Skrrt) [?][0:50] off the gloves, you'd think I'm lookin' for a ski trail (Ski trail) Livin' like a shark, when I grow old, I'm gon' have sea tails (Sea tails) You be gettin' taxed, I just paid less than retail (Used to pay, like, triple what the fuck I pay, don't hate) Letras de cancionesQuarter and a lil' leaf, the capacity's maxed Not no Mike Amiri jeans, like, nah, these some alchemy pants (Alchemy pants) Refuse to go back broke, gotta manage these racks Team stacked, you would think we had a fantasy draft (Fantasy draft) Always hatin' me, so one day, they was randomly fans (Randomly fans) Cuddy in the pot, you thinkin' "Granny done candied the yams Tryna' slime me out, I'm hoping your strategy's planned (Strategy's planned) Fuck the backdoor, I'm through the front like a battering ram Fuck it, I'm finna give the rap game some CPR (Phew) My life been a movie since we watched 'em on the VCR (VCR) Bitch actin' like she in a foreign', that's her titi car Thinkin' that she poppin' out trim, but that's her titi scarf Somewhere on a beach with flame around it, ain't a tiki bar Tiki barber, runnin' through these hoes, I'm gettin' easy yards Told her talk some money if she tryna make my weewee hard (Mhm, he-he, hmm, nyah, ayy) We was geeked all tour, STG (Swear to God) Woke up spillin' MPG on my FTP (Geekin') You ain't really in the game, you just an NPC Crazy that I'm finna make an M off of MP3's (Ticket) My white boy who keep a switchy, he look like FaZe Banks You can't even hit a shot, elimination game Klay (Lame) His neck green like a pigeon, all them fake chains I just spent a brick of Great Dane on a Plain Jane Rather keep it to myself, I got so much bottled up (I got so much bottled up) Hold the Presi' up like I just got elected, call me Tronald Trump (Tron for president, dumbass) Up the Mickey Mouse on a goofy, he gon' turn to Donald Duck (Brrrt, fa-fa, fa-fa) I ain't even post the jewelry I been droppin', better follow Hutch (Follow Hutch) Acting bougie, you a freaky frog, lil' hoe, you swallow nut (You swallow nut) From Letras Mania