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[Intro] I gotta shout out my boys right now, hold up Shout out Kyle, Blood On Our Hands doing that shit with me Shout out Nick doing that Nightmares shit with me Shout out my little bro Zach doing that Royalty shit with me Y'all never heard but; Shout out Izzy doing that trap shit with me That shit coming out soon, real soon just keep your eyes out Shout out Cris, Hugo, Jimmy for juming on any track, ever Yo play that sample real quick bro, yeah that one [Interlude] [Verse 1] Phone up my boy Lazy Nick Told him to cook up a tape Got my whisk out and stirred out the fakes The music I knead it out Then sit back and bake it out Shit was a piece of cake Laid back ate the verses Pupils so small, yo This shit gonna make 'em smaller If you got beef betta holla You ain't a stripper, but I'll put cash on you Takin' shots to the head I ain't gay but I stay straight against the hate Y'all in the corner all you do is masturbate That shit was just so cold I had to let it play [Verse 2] Money and bitches ain't shit My shit is encrypted like my 5S Yo my mind is like a puzzle Life like zodiac you a virgin though I'm like a serving size sometimes I go overboard Talking all that shit you ain't even wipe, yo Keep yapping and your kids early years Gonna look like the wonder years, yo Looking for where you been Hanging round in the wrong pen Pencil drop like a a beat drop Jumping out the gym, uh Jumpin' out the gym into the wrong DMs I'll come in and eaves drop into your GM That's group message for y'all fuckers that don't know what that shit is [Verse 3] Homies tryna eat and you tryna pet You can bet your ass gonna be Trigger finger itching, I got dry skin You got some screws loose you better tighten it Or I'mma come around and fuck your tight bitch Look here that's fine print Uh, bitch you signed it You should be sponsored by Vaseline My rhymes are like a match to gasoline That shit's cold man, what the fuck am I doing?