[Intro: Fukkit]
This a DJ fuckin' exclusive
Holla at me
Wheeze

[Verse 1: Fukkit]
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Shit get explosive, repack it reload it
This 'bout the brain it just might get you toasted
I'm running [?] back on the world like a poser
My bitch said I'm feeding that lil'-ass hoe, so she ride on the dick like a damn roller coaster
Been reading some hands like a good game of poker
I got good arms like a veteran soldier
Been in the war why you slip like a coma
Get under your skin make you sit [?]
Got me a drum, and I guess you run over
Y'all must've forgot that you wet like a stoner
Pop at you place now you shit like a soda
Smoking [?] I'm flowing like Yoda
The paper stack up it don't fit in the folder
Used to sound different but got a lil' older
Just like the same but I keep getting colder
Need me lamb, I don't wanna tell Yoda
Baby don't tell while we walk like a stroller
They know how I rock, it go hard like a boulder
Lucky like [?]
I bet you bluff [?] 40
You turn to dust and your bones [?]
This shit is hot, why you not like a scolded
I got the drip like the faucet that's broken
You talking shit that's your mouth getting broken
She give me top cause that's just where I'm going
Burnin' the rubber, I'm quick like a trojan
Boy you stop working, replace him like colons
The clip underneath hanging like semicolons
Look like I'm starving but pockets is swollen
Get under your skin I can tell you lil' nervous
Dodging the biz, city life sound purpose
[?] is above it, your shit is disservice
My face in the pope like I'm playing as surgeon
Flow kinda throw up it sound like you purgin'
I (Don't) give a fuck if you can't like a virgin
I'm in the cut with the clip like a surgeon
Just stay in my lane cause I'm not good at merging
[Verse 2: Brando]
I can't give a fuck, I'm not living no mo'
I'm digging the hole, this, they call that my home
I pop the molly defused some emotion
But I can't feel nothing, my blood running cold
Ride up a roster with all o' these hoes
I'm sick of the lies, I'm sick of the woahs
My hoe is a stable I let that bitch go
But she always come back and that shit gettin' old
I'm feeding my dick through the hole like some cable
That bitch like a table when she on the floor
She bitching and moaning and fucking and fussing
I fucked on her cousin with no repercussions
I pulled up with [?]
I empty the streets when I'm thumping a dozen
That bitch and she [?]
I'm still underground like I'm Harriet Tubman
I need some new bills I need that new face
Get with the program I reiterate
When I write a new code
You typing on keys like a piano, you foe, bitch you gon' fold
No competition like I'm Johnny Bones
Tear out my heart like my name Davy Jones
That shit that you dropping just sound like a stone
Feel like a pigeon when shitting on foes