[Verse 1]

I'll pop you like a can of fucking apple sauce

I crack rocks while hitchhiking and take uppers with the task force

Forced tasks

Tax paid

Past tense

The cops are tryna raid my building jumping fences while I'm getting laid

Committing rape need more flex tape

Heathens on mile 8

Late at school I'll wait to nine

Rhyme a little sixteens at prime time

Watch a dead baker rot up in the pool

Mix lean with a lead tool

One shot his ass with a red spoon

Gun clack weed whack small bitches with a green Mac

The gat makes the poor rob the sad then run past like nun happened

Pastors ain't accurate touch a child then mumble by leave me scarred for life

A blue scar blick him down bitches snitch leave behind bars

Light snack rich man

Leave his fam with a open casket

And all his belongings

Rapped a quick sixteen for y'all make sure y'all don't understand it

Half denim half jeans jacket

Rap acting up this odd Future gang don't even get star struck

[Interlude]

Yo, shut up, yo, yo, shut up

Stop the tape, stop the tape, stop the tape

Yo what the fuck you want bruh

Shut the fuck up bro nobody's listening to this shit

Oh my god man

[Verse 2]

Brand new scent finished definitive acid

Bland and blue instrumentals blue and black

Bitches smoking hash

Hoe's dead

Dad's dick hard

Glass shards

Stuck in his own arm

Lucky he ain't choke on his own vomit

Ropes on her and I boned her with her Jesus chain

Elysium stay sharp in your head top

We stay perilous, fucking on a pair of lips of a girl named merylin

Had her then

Veils and saint conquer while mok and I stay on each other's roster

We sail the seven seas and then hear the haters get bothered

Cuz we ain't never had any law or order

We got a couple disorders

Veils got a fucking lisp mok got himself a bitch and

I still have a cyst on my dick and

Maybe they'll over by the weekend cuz

I got a couple clusterfucks to dissect

And we got a couple nuts to bust

And no you still can't fuck with us

Time is up

[Outro]

Dickheads

Half rap, bitches