[Intro: A1TH]
Yeah
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Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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[Chorus: A1TH]
You make no moves, like you lack acetylcholine
Your boy a bum, and he really needs some protein
Shot him in the chest, he's talking to the police
My boy ain't sober, he be sipping on the chlorine
Lil boy, you don't know me
Swerving in a Honda, my minivan is more clean
This shit'll hurt, so I hope you have some morphine
I ran my bag up so I'm looking for some more fiends
[Verse 1: A1TH]
Evеry story has the same end
You talking shit and I'm еvading
I told the homies that we'd make it
You tryna' top me but lil bro there's no replacement
Get in your place
I didn't place this brick boy, I don't wanna see your face
Stupid boy tryna' talk to me, but I'm airballing
What he say?
We back in it
Your shit is ass and we're a witness
We're gonna decimate your life, put that on Nishith (On me?)
I see your hoe boy, I'll only be a minute
When running up a check you clearly lacking fitness
Your shit's so ass I couldn't like it off of four beans
Keep chasing bags that's why I'm looking for some more fiends
[Chorus: A1TH & nishith]
You make no moves, like you lack acetylcholine
Your boy a bum, and he really needs some protein
Shot him in the chest, he's talking to the police
My boy ain't sober, he be sipping on the chlorine
Lil boy, you don't know me
Swerving in a Honda, my minivan is more clean
This shit'll hurt, so I hope you have some morphine
I ran my bag up so I'm looking for some more fiends (Huh, Huh)
[Verse 2: nishith]
I’m racking it in
It’s guaranteed that I'mma win
Call me Scrooge, I'mma go for a swim
These bands fly in like the wind
I feel like a damn dead prostitute way I do not give no fucks
Got his head spinning like a washing machine
Same place I got his bitch stuck
Closed my eyes, went in first try
That’s a hole in one
Your music is mofuckin' buns
It’s best that you just give up
You trashing us, can’t back it up
You pack it up, it's wraps
Like the Subway you working at
Bitch, that’s minimum wage
I'd be mad too if i ain’t get paid
Damn
If you’ve said my name in a negative connotation, kill yourself
If greed's a sin, then I'mma die with all these bands and go to hell
Asked all your followers 'bout your music
And it turns out nobody cares
That boy's a cuck like Sneako
Motherfucker watching us win from the chair
Yeah, I'm dialed in
Ice on my neck make a boat sink twice
Say you may, I really just might
Under pressure like Maye, I'm feeling like Mike
Man, your discog's really painful
Man, I think I need some morphine
5 hoes, they bringing they friends
'Cause I told em I want more fiends
[Chorus: A1TH]
You make no moves like you lack acetylcholine
Your boy a bum and he really needs some protein
Shot him in the chest, he's talking to the police
My boy ain't sober, he be sipping on the chlorine
Lil boy, you don't know me
Swerving in a honda, my minivan is more clean
This shit'll hurt so I hope you have some morphine
I ran my bag up so I'm looking for some more fiends
[Post-Chorus: A1TH]
Off another 4 beans
Looking for some morphine
More fiends
[Outro: A1TH & nishith]
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(Trapaholics)
(Real *CLASS IN SESSION flute* shit)
(Real nishith shit)