[Intro: Kenzii, 𝘎𝘺𝘰𝘻𝘶𝘩]

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A new beginning

A new generation

A higher society where only the enlightened will thrive

This is Andromeda

'𝘎𝘺𝘰𝘻𝘶𝘩'

You are now listening to a big balls production

Fisheye

Fi- Fi- Fi- Fi-

Fisheyedom

[Verse 1: Fisheyedom]

Bitch I pull up in designer

She ask if I like her

I said

"I don't know, kinda"

I fuck with her 'cos she a rider

Pourin' up the syrup

You can call me Aunt Jemima

You fuck with her

She was a minor

Knife to the wheel

You leave with a flat tire

She taste good i wanna try her

Songs so cringе that shit sound like satire

Gyozuh made this bеat

Bitch i pull up and i'm bumping

This shit feel like friday night funkin

She came over to the crib

We friday night fuckin'

She said she can feel it in her stomach

Yeah, I know that's cap though

Say you posted motherfucker

Where You at tho?

I don't really fuck with that hoe

She fucking with me and it making her dad mad though

[Verse 2: Kenzii]

Yeah

You know that i grip a stick

I heard that you play with toys

'Cos you a little kid

And your girl she wanna lick

She wanna lick on my dick

And how does it feel for you to know that she swallow all my kids?

You got kids but you ain't the father

Take your bitch back

I don't want her

Laugh to the bank like haha

They look at my swag like

What is that?

If you can't hang

You a goner

[?] Fucked up like a stoner

Im raking money like a farmer

Uzi and Tracy

I'm feeling rich (yee haw!)

'Imma slow it down, they don't like me

'Cos i got some money now (mm, monke)

Better watch your mouth

If you got some brains

'Imma blow 'em out

Better watch out how you talkin

If you talk the shit I'm walking

You got nothing to your name

But you act like you can flaunt it

If i want it

'imma cop it

I got racks so i can [?] it

Tied up the fucking game

Bitch you know that I ain't stopping

[Verse 3: Emil Parey]

Bitch I'm a shooter

I just might pull up and wet your bitch

I might get a tattoo up on my fucking dick

You was talking all that shit

Just know you aren't slick

But i'm never scared bitch

I just know what it is

High as fuck I'm an astronaut (what you know about r-)

How to tie knots

That bitch is empty

But she's filled with thoughts

She's in the streets screaming

"I am not a thot"

Bitch we know that you lying

You got too drunk at the party

You saw my back and then you took your chance

But you got nothing inside it

(inside it, got too drunk at the party)

(i- i- i- i- i- i- inside it)

Gyozuh (is definitely on crack right now)

[Verse 4: CXBRA]

Chopper got him singing like he Santa

Im fine, nigga

You gon' meet my pole

Got a bad bitch

R- R- Redbone

I'm a real nigga

Keep it ten toes

I'm cruising down the street

Thinking if i should leave the top or not

Spinning on his block

Thinking if I should use the Glock or not

That nigga talking shit

Thinking if i should get him slapped or not

I be on the moon

You would've thought i was an astronaut

(what you know about ro-, SHUT UP)

B- B- Bullshit

Pulled up to his block

With a full clip

My niggas with the shits they really ruthless

You a nucianse

And you useless

All my niggas slide like Toosi

We gon' hit him with a tube like Fousey (kill myself, [do it])

You cannot use me

And don't come crying to me when you lose me

[Verse 5: ZAM]

Glock with a glizzy

Better step back

I got all my drip on me

I'm thinking

Where the hoes at?

[?] like catcher, catcher

And he really want his bitch back

I really wasn't feeling her

So you can have your bitch back

They calling me a demon

They just ain't praying to God

I call myself asn officer

I make up all these lies

They calling me a rockstar

'Cos i be raging

And shawty really love me

And she open up her legs

Damn, my racks are coming in

He lack so much confidence

Shawty feel so bold

Yeah she like my confidence

Yeah i make up all of it

Run away no following

I be seeing so much light i be covered with darkness

Right now

Right now

I told her i just like it when the lights out

But i said no

I don't wanna hurt you

But i just really love you

And i just really want you

But i just really hurt you

[Verse 6: Sid]

(Leave me alone

Why don't you understand

You're such a weak link

You'll just lose again

Why do you insist on fighting me

When you know you can't beat me?)

I could say i love you

Im just on my shit

I did too much of it

Don't wanna get into it

An opinion based

I could say I'd do it

I do too much shit

I'm smoking laced

I don't never trip so tie your shoelace

(blah blah blah blah, SHUT UP)

We got hella guns

Tell 'em who want smoke?

They could wait for it

Fuck that

You a bitch, boy

Big strap, toting big toys

(incoherent drug addict blabbering)

Ay man, where the fuck is gyozuh

[Verse 7: MØSI]

[?]

[Verse 8: Skatter]

All i see is red

Bullet in his dome

Put a bullet in the head

I don't give a fuck if they talk what they said

Money come around let's see how low i can get

'Cos I'm running up baguettes

Yeah i'm running up a check

Yeah the money coming in but

I forgot to flex

Talking on me down bad but I want the best

Talking on me down bad

I'm up next

Fuck

I might just hop in a jet

Money come in I dont sweat

Snakes be too faced

And bitches be too lame

And they always want my fame

So i stay with a pistol strapped by my side

Give a fuck 'bout a bitch

Don't give a fuck if i die

So you better not blink

You better not bat nice

'Cos i stay with the money strapped on my mind

{Verse 9: JMT & 𝘍𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮]

Two pills one night

My stomach hurts i don't feel right

He wanted smoke

He gonna die

Yeah i came in with that shit on my side

𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘱

𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘱

𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵

𝘉𝘰𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪'𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵-

Bitch don't call me by my government

Coupe from outer space like alien

No covenant

He was talking shit

Now he stuttering

We made his white shirt red

We was coloring

𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵

𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘎𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘴

'𝘊𝘰𝘴 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵

𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵

[Verse 10: Certo1k]

He don't know what he bout

But we about to find out

Punch him in his mou- mou- mou- mou- mouth mouth

Shout out to Gyo

Wouldn't be here without my bro (ohh)

I don't like your boyfriend

Think you need a new one

New one

Don't Know what to do bruh

Your mom looks like a dude bruh

You're a fucking reject

Never been a reject

[?] times i missed out

Pistol

Blood dripping off the fucking pistol

Big Glocks

You're a fucking [?] put on your big socks

I just seen your sister throwing ass on tiktok

(You're not that guy, pal, trust me, you're not that guy)

I

Heard your friends

Really hate your guts

You're hella petty keep your cool bro

Shooters on the move yo

Weirdo

Homie what the fuck you tryna prove bro?

(yeah yeah)

(Certo1k)

Mother trucker dude, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick

(fisheyedom)