[Intro]
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​Ahh (A-a-a-a-ah)
(Ahem)

[Verse 1]
Sticks like a fuckin' tree
Raps, I'ma play that heat
I don't give a fuck, you see?
I am insane clinically
I be on my shit, I ain't ever cared 'bout yo' ass, bitch
Rappers on my dick, they must think I'm gay, like get the fuck off it
All of y'all thinkin' that shit was too much because I might just put your career in a coffin
They say what they want, and I stomp on they coffins
Don't give a fuck about nothing, all I need is coffee
Hittin' this beat so hard, I feel like [?]
Nobody can fuck me
Go suck on my dick, high as a plane, bitch, I'm faded as shit
"Listen to this guy," I be like, "Who?"
Turn this shit off, I'm not listenin'
My B.B. belt is-a-glistening
Why is your bitch sucking my ding-a-ling (Hm?)
Um, I like guns so much, I might have autism
Can't talk to people, I might have autism
Ah, I think I have autism
These fuckers [?] jizzle
I need a [?] wherе do I get some?
I might need some friеnds, I do not have none
Look in my hand, why in the fuck is a gun in my hand?
Why in the fuck is a voice in my head?
How did he come up with such a good plan?
Uh, hop out of the whip-hop out of the whip, uh
Walk in the five-sided buildin' and start shootin' it, uh
[Verse 2]
Put your hands in the air
I'm Chris Brown, and I'm up now
(I'm in San, posted on a buildin', get down)
Hahahaha, I'ma pop, and I'm goin' up [?]
[?] and I wanna rip my face off
[?] get me pissed off
[?]
Do not let them know— (What?)
Fuck with me