TECHED OUT

By Infinious

Released on December 2, 2020

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(Infinious:)

Techblade, all up in my muthafucking pocket

Riding with a Glock bitch you know i'm gonna pop it

Get Played, dripping with sum water like a faucet

I ain't talking gangs so pussy boy just stop it

Stop it, Lock It, I ain't talking rockets

Only spitting flames like a muthafuckin prophet

Money stay stacking, only thing I like is profit

If you wanna talk then boy we got an office

Why this boy talking down on me like he hot shit?

Keeping two sticks on my waist like a chopstick

Talking hot, I'ma put that Glock in yo fucking mouth

If you acting crazy, I might have to run up on yo fuckin house

Running, Running up the bag

Feeling like i'm sonic, man

Posted with my knuckles I ain't talking bout no smoke

Choking on your words like you really bouta have a stroke

Feeling like the flash, I might talk fast, I might hit the dash

ZOOOOOOOOM

(dripmilk:)

Im a pass up on dat a pussy

And its no nut november i dont really want the coochie

All these woman on my pеnis they surrounding me with boobies

Seeing pussy rеally shaggy so im dipping like im scooby

Bitch really bad stickin my dick in some ass

Lickin da dick really fast

Doing the dash hoping i finish in last

Bounce on my dick really fast

Simpin is simple im sick with the sickle

My syllables super like supermans nipple

Im sick of dis shit like im sucking a sniffle

Shordy blow on my dick like a mufucking whistle

Uh woah, the ganja that im smoking got me feeling high

Hooded with an arrow ima faint you like decidueye

Music feel like posion i dont think that i be feeling right

If i keep going i think that im gonna fucking die

Riding in a subie blasting music in suburubs

Bitch i keep the metal on me fucking on your mother huh

Hope you find some happiness just look at your new brother

Wait i forgot tell you i didn't use any rubber