[Intro: Lil Darkie]
(F-F-F-F-Fony)
(Fony Wallace, bitch)
Yeah, yeah yeah
Uhh

[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]
Nowadays n***as don’t be on shit
Eating so much that I have to shit
Tree lean making it to my piss
I wear Rick 'cause it got no logo
Don’t do coco that’s a no-no
Every time me and Christ D wanna take a pic
N***as run around tryna get in the photo
Nowadays n***as just care about their cell phones
Nowadays n***as just care about fitting in
Head real black, skin brown like cinnamon
I don’t give a fuck about fitting in, AHHH
Want n***as to like you 'cause you’re a pussy
I can never be a bitch like you
I only rhyme if I want to
I don’t rhyme 'cause the label tell me to
I only do what I want to, AHHH
Bitch, I think I'ma clean up a beach
Rick Owen shoes got sand in ‘еm
My hands got bands in ‘em (Yeah)
Oakley shadеs provide vision
Helping people is my mission
Saying that shit other rappers won’t say to you
I only do what I want to
[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Two-tone Glock look like a Toucan
Used to beat the pot up like Guzman
Pop an X, now I don't feel human
I'm so high, that I just stopped movin'
BAPE hoodie, Dragon Ball Z
I hate n***as hatin' on me
N***as great at hatin' on me
N***as straight, but they ridin' my D
Chuck a n***a, punch him in the chest
N***a, this the highest that I ever been
I can't fuck with n***as that don't ever win
I can tell these n***as broke, because they thin
My car uses less CO2
I’d hate it if God made me you
Go shoppin' when I tell her what to do
I'm black and white, I'm steppin' in the boots
I'm punchin' n***as, knockin' out they tooth
N***a, me and Lil Darkie in the booth
I don't ever see you n***as at the bank
God's the only n***a I could thank
N***a, I love sippin' drank
Shoot a n***a point blank, leave him stank

[Outro]
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