Aggro Call

By P-Tree

On Surf

Released on April 20, 2021

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[Verse 1]

Scrumptious

Munching up the piff

Puff

The fuck I did

Forgot

I must’ve hit

Too hard

On the pot

What’s worse is maybe not

Fuck

Dusted fuck the spot

Duck the cops watch

Tuck the watch

Don’t know who’s watching

Hunger dropped my options

Cartons hardened that

But my carhartt hat

Hides a smart cap

I get far with that

Might get farther back

I ain’t a father

So don’t bother with that

Telling me I gotta cut off a stack

Crap

Yeah

I ain’t even paying for a test

If a chest pops up questioning

Call dead dropped

Don’t head to my spot

Cause I got enough

Facts to crack

That trash whack

Ass commoners

Into the carpet

Her brash attacks

All glass

I smash that

And bask in grass

Keep my basket packed

With enough freedom to keep my passion jacked


[Verse 2]

Line еm up a brought a bottle with me

All thesе fucking tricks

All this fucking shit

Fucking with me

Fuck

But I’m the shit

Fucking really

I keep a hundred fucking problem

Silencers tucked with me

I dump henny

Something chilly

I can give em what they want

But they want a milly

Fuck an Emmy

Fuck a Grammy

Y’all don’t understand me

If they ever give me the gold

I’mma go kill my family

Fuck em

And while I’m fucking em

I’m digging in their guts

Make em spill they lunch

Give a pistol punch

Miss me with the

Missile

Missing us

Not likely

Cause otherwise I’d be in the spot

And you’d be nice to me

I’d rather get to slitting

With some ice

Your eyes can see

I’m shiesty

I want the whole pie

That’s just for me

It’s mine to eat

You want a last line?

Suck my cock you little pussy