[Verse 1: Ouija]
Thug shawty got drugs on me
Y’all ball like hoes homie
That shit you on so (?)
Y’all built to be nobody
We shit fire
Save the matches
Stacc chips don’t pay taxes
That’s a lie! I do pay taxes but i hate taxes who made taxes
I wanna strange axis
You straight faggots won’t say faggot
Ima do what ever the fucc i feel like okay faggot
This ain’t no malice or mace rapping
Trapped in my atheist way snappin’
That straight madness
Tear down clubs when this thang happens

[Verse 2: Choirboy]
When this thang happen my dame snatchin’ all watches any purse and your chain captain
I’m sick of tired of ain’t having
After this thinking we flame-tastic
My pants sag and my hair long
Uncles (?) on their loans
Must have caught Ouija and rap for him
Might just say a little prayer for him
Never was the one to go preach but a motherfuccer don’t grind then ya don’t eat
While a brother got no time and i can’t sleep cause I’m steady wrapping up these traccs no beats
Go give it up and we take it
Too proud bitch i ain’t begging
These cats keep talking that shit but they ain’t live what they sayin’ uh huh
[Verse 3: dotCULT]

[Verse 4: Ouija]
Sniff more drugs than a cop dog
Almost got my fuccin’ arm chopped off
Been stabbed twice been shot down
Wanna kill me then you better do a lot more
I’ve always chosen my pathways
So i know who to call when it goes wrong
A-D-D made my life hard
Fucc school I’m a ninth grade dropout
Couldn’t let them fill the space in my head
Had lyrics and I’ve yet to get them all out
Sort out the cheese
Thought out the schemes with my brother Dank Sinatra then we mobbed out
(?) out the steez
We are the G’s
These faulty seems we’ll let a motherfuccer know about
What are you about
When the truth is out
All you goobers pout
Shut your loser mouth

[Verse 5: Choirboy]
Don’t bang no set but my bitches bangin’ titties hangin’
Ass fat look at that
Disrespect the ceiling banging
If doing drugs is cool consider me Miles Davis
Driving faded
Getting wasted
Might crash my new whip from (?)
Shit
Alert the papers
Call the cops
Tell your neighbors
Elvis got the work and the church in Vegas
Clowns taking over all your favorite radio stations
Amazing ain't it
Cats swanging off nuts just to try to make it
They tried to tame us feel like a couple fuccin’ lions locked in cages
Swear the game lookin’ like a fuccin’ circus lately
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