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[00:00.07](Damjonboi)
[00:02.21]Lil’ Brodie stealing everything, Ricky Henderson
[00:04.75](Go do your research, you gotta learn somethin’ ‘fore you listen)
[00:07.18]I’ll fuck around and push that button, have the blicky blender him (brr)
[00:10.13]Five-thousand dollar fit, that’s 50 Benjamins (brr)
[00:12.09]Really connected to the plug, yo’ shit be renderin’
[00:14.55]Dog shit Militia, unky in his dickies sellin’ it
[00:16.96]Periodic table in the kitchen, 60 elements
[00:19.41]Let me see an opp, gon’ lose control like Missy Elliott (boom)
[00:21.98]I’m in that G-Wagon (skrrt)
[00:23.77]G-O-D, if I see 12, I’ma keep stabbin’ (skrrt)
[00:25.99]Why you acting like a vet’? You ain’t seen action?
[00:28.31]I ain’t dealing with the fishy shit, won’t even eat salmon (goddamn)
[00:31.80]Since he cappin’, we gon’ put three in his hat like Chance the Rapper
[00:34.12]I don’t think yo team could get a victory, yo’ mans a slacker
[00:36.70]Retired 201s, I’m walkin’ in to cash them bastards
[00:39.17]12 terabytes, I baked a pie, I’m a Apple jacker
[00:41.62]In high school, you thought you had life figured out
[00:43.93]But now you just an average Joe, you took the five-figure route
[00:46.75]It’s 2022, it’s time to throw the Swishers out
[00:48.90]Land shopping out in Texas, I might need a bigger house
[00:51.31]All these motherfuckin’ Track two’s, I could write a book
[00:53.84]Lil’ brodie, he ain’t got no Ls, he finna slide on foot
[00:56.40]Fly as hell, fuck what’s underneath me, I’m too high to look (meow)
[00:59.04]Had to pat him down for a wire, he actin’ like the hook
[01:01.42]Spin the block and pop his top like a corkscrew (brrt)
[01:03.87]A killer on the ‘Gram, but he be singing in the courtroom (man)
[01:06.51]All I’m missin’ is a saddle, we done horsed you
[01:08.73]Bandana patches wrapped around my jeans, it ain’t no horseshoes
[01:11.03]Sippin’ out a baby bottle, all I’m missing is a pacifier (wah)
[01:14.33]Sippin’ Wocky in October, look like apple cider (ah)
[01:16.51]I got a pistol with a glitch, this bitch shoot rapid fire (brr)
[01:18.84]I wouldn’t run, the scope on it came with a magnifier (brr)
[01:21.88]Scrape up the extras, I’m a maximizer
[01:23.40]The skid mapped out in my head, shit, I’m a strategizer (yeah)
[01:25.98]How I make it to Kentucky when the tags expired?
[01:28.48]I fucked around and burnt my fingers rollin’ out a bag of fire (ha, ha)
[01:30.65]Paid a hunnid fifty for some turbo, this a Taycan (Porsche)
[01:33.74]If you seen us shake hands, we probably made bands
[01:35.99]I’m ten toes in my Ian Connor’s, boy, these ain’t Vans (nah)
[01:38.64]What I’m droppin’ in my pop, it look like grape jam
[01:40.81]Shit, I just bought a thousand (shh)
[01:42.29]I can’t even tell you what, I just thought about it (brrt)
[01:44.65]I lock my lips then lose the key, can’t even talk about it (brrt)
[01:47.12]I don’t think that’s real Virgil, something off about it (ha, brrt)
[01:50.62]Kansas City chief, I’m dropping red into my Baja Gold (phew)
[01:53.24]Yo’ lifestyle amateur like, shit, you not a pro
[01:55.48]On stage with the baby Drac’, ready to rock and roll (brrt)
[01:57.94]So much drip up in my closet, walk in like “Geronimo”
[02:00.18]Turn his Lamb’ into a stretch, limousine style
[02:02.64]I’m mixing RPs with my lean, feeling mean now
[02:05.14]Why you playin’? Got the reaper up on speed dial (phew)
[02:07.89]Smoking za’, it’s like a comic strip when I breathe out
[02:10.69]Get the rebound (yeah), throw it down court
[02:12.85]If you really ’bout it, what you stayin’ in the house for?
[02:15.04]2023, my goal, stress less and count more
[02:17.21]Why the fuck you worried ’bout my bag? I hope you found yours
[02:20.53]Man, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
[02:22.27]You know what the fuck goin’ on
[02:23.65]They can’t stop us
[02:24.85]I think we undefeated at this point
[02:26.70]This shit is gettin’ too fuckin’ easy, yeah
[02:30.16]Cops pulled me over, told ’em, “I don’t speak no English”
[02:32.40]Hitter, he gon’ catch a hat for fun, don’t really need no reason (boom)
[02:35.29]You still got a stock Charger, never seen no demon
[02:37.26]Scammer turned rapper, hunnid on me, I don’t need no pieces
[02:40.08](I don’t need no pieces, I don’t need no pieces)
[02:43.07](In a stock Charger, you ain’t seen no Demon)
[02:45.52](Told them boys I don’t speak no English)
[02:47.52](ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, you know what the fuck goin’ on)
[02:49.87]Lil’ Brodie stealing everything, Ricky Henderson
[02:52.36](Go do your research, you gotta learn somethin’ ‘fore you listen)
[02:54.24]I’ll fuck around and push that button, have the blicky blender him (brrt)
[02:57.06]Five thousand dollar fit, that’s 50 Benjamins
[02:59.61]First name Himothy, last name, Bitch
[03:01.86]It could be a traffic jam, bet I wouldn’t lane switch
[03:04.28](Basically, if you ain’t on gang shit, you lame, bitch)
[03:06.96](Yo’ life might be good, but it ain’t this)
[03:09.45](ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, man)
[03:11.73]Year of Release: 2023

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