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Bruh…

Bruh…

LD

Bruh

A.K.A. stem cells

Everybody know the cat like a dope meme

I got em' buzzing off the crack like a dope fiend

They saw em' come up with a Mac yeah I’m so Steve

Nowadays bitches tryna crack got 'em ODing

Like how them hoes want to get it with L

They know it’s cold enough to charge like a letterman sale

If they gon' stand behind the bars I’m in federal jail

I’m going far like a general mail

On that note I got the fellas saying what up, the tape what up

The same mothafucker playing with his steak cut up

I’m great, shut up, the flowing no debate just us

I’m out of shape but I’m straight to fuck

Yeah you know I got a chicken in the condo

I was sick of getting off beat she a bongo

Now she playing with the hard D being Rondo

Drunk and go inside her all sweet like a Strongbow

How I’m’a do?

I got your ex coming next like a W do

I gotta flex, I’m the best, now I’m being direct

I’m unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press

I’m kinda vexed by the trash like I’m cleaning a mess

Cus they as real when they rap as a Chias a pet

They old news stocks plummet! Men’s leg hair they ain’t cut it!

Forget about your era, Pat Summitt

Finesse writtens

I wanna get a hundred bitches and fuck with the spitting

Religious like a couple of post-marital Christians

I’ve been official, Dick Bevetta a living

You better dig it like you bitches got a mill in the ditch

I’m killing this shit I been kicking like a villainous ninja

My shit is gripping when I run it how the fuck I be slippin

I be intimate with them hoes, she never flummoxed

I take chick, pee and smash, I call it hummus

And I be funny with this shit, I’m just playing

But still nobody fucking with the kid I’m just saying

Ah! Got a chicken parm on the date it seem

But I don’t even know the broad, she just grating the cheese

I don’t even got a job I just blaze and free

But still they give a boy bands, 98 degrees

So come fuck with me

I got a couple hundred bitches doing drugs with me

And I got a couple dozen bitches tryna hug Dicky

And I got a couple bitches who be steady fucking me

Hey, that’s a good ass life

Only thing I got left find a good ass wife

But yo I gotta hit these hoes first, don’t tell Mom

But in a year I’m’a bend over Michelle Obama

Bruh you know I gotta do it while I’m hot

I’m tryna get blew in most states like Barack

I’m tryna show a boo the last name of the Rock

And put her on D till we O, J Watt

I never hit the scene when I do I’m high and wasted

I’m fucking with them jeans love them bitches high waisted

I run around your team, you a player but I’m Naismith

And I Command V, while you copy I just paste it, face it

Hotel got 'em puffing on the L, going harder than some hell

You ain’t knew it

If everybody had to tell the truth and you had to pick a dude

Spitting better than your dude: can’t do it

Telling me damn you got bitches, damn you got hoes

Damn you got money, but damn I got flow

Damn you got riches, damn you got clothes

Damn you got honeys but damn I got soul

Hold up. This shit I’m making’s always tight it’s like a yoga store

They all up in the other boat it’s why I’m overboard

I’m taking time to do it right it’s like a soda pour

Cus we ain’t loving all you bitches like we spoken for

I been packing the band-wagon, the man cracking

The man packing the stands, had them clapping they hands

Tagging they ‘grams, Manhattan was ham

Slapping the fans, playing havin' the plan

Fans rapping the jams, sagging my pants

You see the type of shit I do on the track?

Hot shit like I poop in the jacket

Won’t mack your bitch but yo I’m bout to come and mack your clique

Your whole friend group fucking with Dick (no hetero)

I yawn when I hear these motherfuckers on the radio

They ball all retarded Cuba Gooding up in Radio

I long for the moment I can say that’s not debatable

I’m past that, I wonder who appreciate it like a Snapchat

Aflac, duck the dude, I’m going hard for the grind but I tuck this move

I made war with the rhymes, motherfuck your crew

These bitches going Adolf, tryna fuck this Jew

I’m too nice like a motherfucker that fell in love with a boo

Twice as in double as fuckable as he was

And dude tries to be subtle and get her cuddling

Venting her troubles and getting her truffles and ending up

Befuddled when she don’t fuck him and someone tell him listen

You bugging she never fucking a pedestrian muggle like you

So why all the trouble but he rebuttal with

I think I just love her so I would shudder at the thought

Of being anything other than nice

(I'm that nice)

Heat bang like I caught a body/Port-A-Potty

It wasn’t even deep dang shit is still a hobby

It’s too bad bitches sleeping on me threesome

Cus now these bitches want to help but he don’t need none

I’m all time like the Wall at the Bank

You’ve no shot like you drawing a blank

Honestly you probably couldn’t hang man

I’ve been drawing a blank

Giving you lines while you sitting there and drawing a blank

So go in the rink, chilling like it’s dough in the bank

And I’m flowing danker than a grower in Napa

Growing the stankest cannabis

Doing rap and pro-est smacking the hoe-est rappers

And showing the total package like my flaccid is growing fatter

Samoan cracker dapper rapper had to keep goin

Yeah that rap is a rap I know you rappers napping don’t know it

There’s a dagger pita pappa-tapping on the window

It’s a real accurate metaphor of what you having in store

And I be snapping I mean I be splashing on the

Pane me your rain, fallin

Quicker than Aladdin for his dame

Are you better than me?

Bruh