Telescoping

By Fukkit

Released on January 15, 2020

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[Intro]

Fluss

Yeah, uh


[Verse]

Much like a telescope, watching me close

We find [?], no cutting yo' throat

I ball like a janitor, cleaner than soap

My tribe like the Seminoles, yeah, we want smoke

Cop me an edible, watch how I float

These niggas want damage, receiving, unload

Droppin' the two in the liter, what for?

They love how I drip like some lean when it pour

Rock to yo' face and that shit catapult

My bitch is Caucasian, she whiter than coke

My new bitch a Asian, we chop it up slow

My music a drug, you can tell that it's dope

This maniac depression is just how I cope

I used to have dreams about dying alone

And now I realize that's the life that I chose

Better yet, maybe I don't even know

I smile like a prick 'cause I roll like a stone

So don't get run over from tryna go prone

These niggas stay lying 'bout having a home

I been a nomad since the day I was born

Just call myself Fukkit in case I do porn

I'm high in the clouds, when I rain it's a storm

If the bitch wanna fuck me I turn to a whore

Grew out my dirt, I was planted in soil

You smokin' BP, bitch, you smokin' on oil

Take a TV like I'm Teejay, I stole it

Rewire the code and remote the controller

My weed kinda stank, it smell like body odor

You say you get money, still drive a Toyota

Blunt is a [?], [?]

I drop like a bomb till it blow like a motor

Niggas my sons but I want me a daughter

Too busy with music to become a father

But she want a baby with all of her problems

'Cause I got the bread and the money to solve it

Blow with the beef, we not finna squash it

Come with the heat, like Wade and LeBron did

Shit ain't complete, so why you responding?

Paper in hand, like news corespondent

I'm with the plug, he not finna charge it

Bitch, I'm still hungry but never be starving

Stay in the room with yo' head down like Marvin

Live from the jungle, not talkin' 'bout Tarzan

Planes in the air, I'm not talkin' guitar, man

Feed you some pills till you die from the bar, Xan

I got some drink but ain't been to the bar yet

Price like a rapper, he turn to a target, huh


[Outro]

Yeah, uh

Price like a rapper, he turn to a target

Bitches love Fukkit, they know he the smartest

And he work the hardest

Heh, he do (Hah), yeah, he knew (Fluss)

Yeah, who you? (Haha) Bitch (Haha), who you? (Haha)

Yeah (Yeah), who is you?

Uh, yeah, Fukkit