Haters always Hate, Do You Boo.

Lyrics

Rip it
ride it
turn it
swerve it
grind it
roll it
burn it
toke it

ohhhh rip it
ride it
grind it
roll it

all I do is work
step back if you hatin
fadeaway like dirk
MJ 98 destined to be great man
catch me crowd surfin bitch I’m jumpin from the gate
mary called for DUI
Jane swervin out the lane
mask on my face murderous like I’m Bane
shot shot shot triple 9’s to the brain
carpet turned red like an old wine stain
fuck a damn pit Bull I’m god damn Great Dane
catch me on the mic always doin my damn thang
ghost ride the whip while my EP STAY PLAYING
lane Swang
with hood dump exhaust bro the turbo go BANG BANG

the blue lights flash and I drop it let er eat
cuz I ain’t bout to let the police intercept me
Might build Mahomes in KC just to kick it with a PAT
Eagles flyin high but tomahawk ya like a Chief
Buffalo Bill Bitch I’m coming for my ring
Chanting while I slap my chest SKOL like a Viking
you fuckin Lion if you say you don’t SeaHawk as a beast
some one tell the cardinals that the dirty bird done brought the heat
text yo baby momma out in Pittsburgh Steeler bring her to these cold corny streets
A Patriot you will never be
as orange as the browns alt jerseys
Get bucked like a bronco I ain’t talkin fords
takin off like Tampa Bay shut it down in the 4th
air it out like Brady if my dawgs need support
cougars and panthers climb aboard at the port
like the jets playoffs hope ya game Fallin short
Table Raider out in Vegas CASHIN out on the sports
tell these pussies this my damn shit
I ain’t lettin y’all tip toe it to the end zone y'all gon have to earn it
cut the corner dig it rip it
see the ball and I’m gon strip it
Mack with the Sack cuz all I do is Blitz it
with the shits
Tru I tote the biscuit
trubisky-it
stuff my face into a big fat brisket
fishnets on the thick legs got my droolin
hawk pew
penis dry let me spit a little on the tip
white guy from the suburbs bruh
you know I’m bout that bidness

bitch I do da work
verse?
pew
bodied in a hearse
what else could be worse
step back while I make you fade away
space cowboy like I’m dirk

one two three that’s who I be
one shoota, two rugers, three dead muh fuckas who just lost they futures
Lara Croft a muh fucka to the tomb wit her
losers always bitter
only time I’m takin knees is on the necks of the badged killers
fuck your civility
I’m Hernandez in this bitch I ain’t scared to pull the trigger!

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