[Intro]
"Boy, you sure make it sound easy. How do you do it?"
"Practice my boy, experience."
"But I don't think I'll know what to say, what to talk about"
"Ah, don't worry about that. Just be your natural, talkative old self"

[Verse]
Snot is gone
Swishes get twisted for different purposes
I'm murderin' verses no rehearses, I just start merking shit
And I swear to Jesus all my songs got no reverb in it
I can't fuck with auto-tune, n***a the feelings permanent
Bodies get disposed in a river and named an "accident"
I might eat your girl's ass, after she take a laxative
I'm rolling passive, cops never bother, but they be shootin' shit
Old girl, just call my new number, I guess I'm swooping in
Hit me with the text saying, "Sorry, but we ain't doing it"
So I never answer your phone calls when I cruise the whip
DBangz, never known to go and abuse a bitch
I'd use a chick, for money and pussy and steady cooling it (Easy)
Sorry girl, it's money and skating that I'm attracted to
Never known to flex a blue Benjamin, like them rappers do
Relationships are trash 'cause I always fail to get back to you
I always give you shit and you take it just like a Pamper do
Please excuse me, sorry, don't let me get too emotional
I'm focused on these shows, fuck hoes, I'm not approachable
Don't talk to me, except the fans, I love it when you walk to me
But fuck the haters, y'all n***as really gotta hop off of me
[Outro]
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