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By Fukkit

Released on January 2, 2018

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[Intro]

H E A L

Fukkster


[Verse 1]

First off, second, gon' split then I curb stomp

Wait, it's yo' third strike, swinging on curve balls

Tires gon' screech in yo' hood like a bird call

Soldier like Hurt Lock', ghost in the shirt cloth

Stop, I don't even drop like I used to

But the weekend still come with the usual

"Fukkit, I don't see you scream more like you used to"

Here's a preview

Why you threaten online all the goddamn time?

Spare your breath, I'd rather die, but I can't so your life's mine

On my god flow, A.K.A. on my own flow

Maybe you just don't know, I been where you wanna go

You're too slow

You not ready, my set is

Clip gon' feel bout as long as my setlist

Leave that scar on his neck like Marcellus

Vegan bitch eat my meat while I'm smoking a backwood of lettuce

Disaster, my fetish

I don't care bout that shit that you cherish, ah

You talk stupid, yo' family get buried, huh

Think he funny, don't look like Jim Carrey, I slap his ass scary, huh


[Verse 2]

Back in this bitch with a new hit, new kicks

Drum bout to spit like a toothless, rude bitch

They ride my dick, talkin' new shit, ooh, yeah

But who he sound like on all of his new snips?

I don’t know, Fukkit, huh

Like I don’t know, Fukkit, huh

Like I don’t know, Fukkit, like I don’t know, Fukkit, huh

Like I don’t know, Fukkit, huh

Like he don’t know, Fukkit, huh

Walk in the club with a uh, yeah

Pointing that shit at yo' love, uh (Uh, yah)

Craving that body for lunch, uh (Oh, cha)

Suck on me, shawty, like thumb, uh (Um, yah)

You talkin' stupid, get slumped, uh (Ah, yah)

He think he God, he got slumped, uh (Ah, hyah)

Nigga, yo' pants on the ground, uh (Ah, hyah)

Nigga, yo' pants on the floor, huh (Hyah), hahaha


[Verse 3]

Straight green lights, I don't stop lil' nigga

If we fight, that's you gon' with the wind

I keep like, everything that I got on me neat tight

Sleep on me, shit, you get pink eye

Breathe fine, for the moment, allow you some peace mind

Sign of survival, get squeezed dry

Ink line, signature of the beast and it's feast time

Pieces get cut in a clean slice (Yeah)