4 snares 3 808s ft. Gasmduck Lyrics

Give a fuck about my trauma

You ain't in my headspace

You be spreading rumors

I object it like its hearsay

Sure I love your shawty

But I ain't got nobody

So don't be counting pussy

When you the only asuri (Bill Maze!)

I'm never the one that they ever want

No, I'm never the one that they ever need

I don't give a shit don't hide it with your font

I don't care faggot just watch me go succeed

I'ma pull a Bödvar with a hammer and a sword

If you tryna go talk to me better check in with the morgue

Yeah, you fuck with my flow I'll pull you out just like a cork

If you tryna replicate me better start praying to lord

'Cause no one using perc like me, I got this shit popped

DG with the way that I get got, it's hot lock

I'm cooking fire shit in the stu', I got the hot pot

We from Arizona so we used to getting burnt lots

I don't need your friends I'm my own placements

I don't need anybody but Gasmduck, you fake shit

How I make a beat this hard?

It's basic

I go on my shit while you sittin' down and just hate shit

Give a fuck about my trauma

You ain't in my headspace

You be spreading rumors

I object it like it's hearsay

Sure I love your shawty

But I ain't got nobody

So don't be counting pussy

When you the only a-

Blink 182

Blink 182

I hit blinkers too

Your girl got hella 'tude

Straight out of the coffin

Too much lean stay coughin'

Money dirty stay moppin'

Eat a flopper stay floppin'

Shout out bill maze

That's from where I came

Nah it's not a phase

Ice dancing on me bladee

Pour me up lean

Elixir golem purple me

High like Astra smoke screen

I be smoking purple tree

Inhale exhale

Smoke out my diaphragm

Got this smart bitch from Yale

Got this weed a thousand grams

Clouds coming out my mouth

High as the sky

Eyes hurt smoking too much loud

I'ma stay fried

Just look at my waist

Just look at my stick

I got no trace

I only rock rick

I got no case

Beat harder than a brick

I'm running home base

Too much drugs I'm still sick

I got big boy shooters

They all big as fuck

I got world rulers

I am the Gasmduck

I got big boy shooters

They all big as fuck

I got world rulers

I am the Gasmduck

Always been 480 that shit my area code

Coming out like Ritchie, I'm money stacking in Arizo'

Grew up bumping beats now I'm innovating on every flow

Got no pen and pad but my ass a fag so I'm smoking dough

Ooh, yuh, my ass is independent

Too much pressure on my shoulders if you mess up won't defend it

Music not for moderates, you hear it get it offended

Now I'm fucking with these dudes I'm really gay I'm not pretending

Got 4 snares 3 808s, 'cause I got tons of bass

Know I'm a cutie but keep it up and you gon' catch a case

I be tracking pedos even if they haven't been in state

Floating on this beat without trying because this shit innate

Burn in a fire so you're left with your scars

And you can drown your sorrows in the comfort of a bar

While I'm above this planet like I'm Pade seeing stars

Living in the metro 'cause I can't afford a car