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Yeah man (It's that shit, man i ain't give a fuck) Australia stand up (It's just a buzz, This the buzz shit, this the evolution) Man fuck all the chorus bullshit (Fuck everything bro) "La la la" Whatever man (It's the old shit like) Let me just bar the fuck out That's how we got here in the first place Just rap (Just let me spit, like fuck everything else, fuck the mainstream shit, imma bar out) Call me Billy Bob Thornton with the ball, Bad Santa is back It's Kris Kringle with a cannabis sack, put my fam on the map Three Latinas wanna sleep in my bed On some Zuckerberg shit, I caught her reading my texts so I left (DAMN) Keeping my shit togethеr like silicone did the plumbеr I'm richer than Donald Glover Motherfucker carry weight, Jay Cutler I'm like Usher with the yeah yeah Spartan of rap, Gerard Butler is back (you ready?) Shit got hip to rot my brain Freaky bitch to do it, dripped in launderette Tell this woman, that's my woman, ain't no woman like my woman Have her drippin like the necklace on my chain I get reckless off the J (bass, bass) Pull up to the crib, DeMar DeRozan, no bull with the bars that I point Pass dope like brother, my bars potion SongtexteAnd the T to the N to the I, O you put a E to the T And my bars potent as shit, shit When eye flip like the spelling Still the same baby nah nah nah, Otis Redding Owen Wilson in the back of my car Crash a wedding like it's Hendrix on the riff to guitar, homie shredding the shit How im betting to bet there is no body, no more Call Bobby just to holla and go body this cat I bring havoc when I body a rap Call it the Mobb Deep revival cause the prodigy's back, facts Bring it back to the scheme and go get it Wanna press start, pause to the game, they both settings Thats the word play that's over your brain That's pro levels, but your still save's dead in it's lane You don't get it, pathetic All these women claim they love my sound And bitches still don't know my lyrics but they love my growl And bust down with this boy for the decent figure That's why I break her off some cheddar like a Bega Stringer like urgh No wonder rappers swallow my dick You wan' be pill poppers, probably why you follow a script I can picture all my haters, they studying all my statements just to hate it But trust me these boys go follow my shit, that's sick And that's you, I'm a bottomless pit I take an infinite toke, inhale infinite smoke This ain't a plan that I made to be the man with the shit But I'm the man to make his family rich, you ain't a man, you a bitch Guess what, treat you like I'm Russ If we talking 'bout the funds, mines really in the trust If you talking 'bout your funds, yo it's really bout to bust Only rapper in the game on his category ones Getting funds, two decimals and stacks man Kind of figured that will get you friendly with your tax man, god damn Sent Jesus on a hike and made the profit climb Money's like Christ in three days I make the profit rise I told em' bro like straight out It's bars bro, it's versatility It's business shit, it's mafioso shit, it's money shit, it's family shit Like, who doing what we're doing Like not even saying it like a dickhead, it's like introduce me to someone doing what we are doing on a scale we're doing it I'll shave their fucking head Just fuck me dead 420 fam fuck it, cut the track Eat a dick Aus Songtexte Mania