[Intro: Fukkit]

This a DJ fuckin' exclusive

Holla at me

Wheeze

[Verse 1: Fukkit]

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Shit get explosive, repack it reload it

This 'bout the brain it just might get you toasted

I'm running [?] back on the world like a poser

My bitch said I'm feeding that lil'-ass hoe, so she ride on the dick like a damn roller coaster

Been reading some hands like a good game of poker

I got good arms like a veteran soldier

Been in the war why you slip like a coma

Get under your skin make you sit [?]

Got me a drum, and I guess you run over

Y'all must've forgot that you wet like a stoner

Pop at you place now you shit like a soda

Smoking [?] I'm flowing like Yoda

The paper stack up it don't fit in the folder

Used to sound different but got a lil' older

Just like the same but I keep getting colder

Need me lamb, I don't wanna tell Yoda

Baby don't tell while we walk like a stroller

They know how I rock, it go hard like a boulder

Lucky like [?]

I bet you bluff [?] 40

You turn to dust and your bones [?]

This shit is hot, why you not like a scolded

I got the drip like the faucet that's broken

You talking shit that's your mouth getting broken

She give me top cause that's just where I'm going

Burnin' the rubber, I'm quick like a trojan

Boy you stop working, replace him like colons

The clip underneath hanging like semicolons

Look like I'm starving but pockets is swollen

Get under your skin I can tell you lil' nervous

Dodging the biz, city life sound purpose

[?] is above it, your shit is disservice

My face in the pope like I'm playing as surgeon

Flow kinda throw up it sound like you purgin'

I (Don't) give a fuck if you can't like a virgin

I'm in the cut with the clip like a surgeon

Just stay in my lane cause I'm not good at merging

[Verse 2: Brando]

I can't give a fuck, I'm not living no mo'

I'm digging the hole, this, they call that my home

I pop the molly defused some emotion

But I can't feel nothing, my blood running cold

Ride up a roster with all o' these hoes

I'm sick of the lies, I'm sick of the woahs

My hoe is a stable I let that bitch go

But she always come back and that shit gettin' old

I'm feeding my dick through the hole like some cable

That bitch like a table when she on the floor

She bitching and moaning and fucking and fussing

I fucked on her cousin with no repercussions

I pulled up with [?]

I empty the streets when I'm thumping a dozen

That bitch and she [?]

I'm still underground like I'm Harriet Tubman

I need some new bills I need that new face

Get with the program I reiterate

When I write a new code

You typing on keys like a piano, you foe, bitch you gon' fold

No competition like I'm Johnny Bones

Tear out my heart like my name Davy Jones

That shit that you dropping just sound like a stone

Feel like a pigeon when shitting on foes