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Bitch I'm verified and I sound dope

Independent and I won't choke

If I see a River then I'm gone float

Imma build a castle

And a fucking moat

So none of you fuckers

Can come close

Keep it low key

I don't gotta boast

But when I fuck your bitch

I do the fucking most

Im talking

Kama sutra with a bunch of ropes

Listen

I got yo bitch masked up

But nobody robing shit

And I'm bout to go and get mines

And nobody stopping this

I get the profit bitch

But numbers they ain't shit

Just remember that Stimmy

Had told you so

Fuck a label

Im never gone sell my soul

Im feeling lately that

Im on a hell of a roll

I should keep going

This shit is for Sky and Levi

Don't ever question their spirit

You got something to say then I wanna hear it

Cuz imma turn all of you rappers

To shit

Expose everyone who ain't

Colder than this

Bitch I'm Stimmy Stimz

Didn't come here to loose

Nah

Bitch I came for the winny win

Try me get hit in the chinny chin

Open your eyes

Think for yourself

And don't sit with the lies

You know what's been going on

Don't act you stupid bitch

Because unless you stupid rich

Anyways all of you fuckers are

Finna die know why

Cuz I'm back on that bullshit

Mr. Gotta flex 8 chains to look

Cool bitch

And I'm still pulling chicks in my wall mart drip

Hey look at this

It's A powers

And I'm stronger than twin towers

On my shit should've been showered

Prince Ali when I

Step into the building better

Make way

Shout out my father that's AK

I learned the game from him same way and shoot clay till our

Hands start aching

My bitch a demon for the Semen

She a sucubus

I know you probably wishing

That you could

But you can't fuck with this

And as long as Stimmy Stimmy

Got a mic

You stuck with this

Tell me what it takes just to get verified

Cuz I ain't selling my soul

Oh no I'd rather die

And you know I'm with the Flok that's why I'm hella high

Just chuck me up the duces when I'm passing bye

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Now it's sounding like 8mile on the track ho

Dilly dally got my back ho

In the trap with my Glock cocked

Or on the farm with the back ho

Tattoos in the kitchen

Or out there inside the garage

You can talk shit you can get hit

Quick with uzimaki barrage

That's for my anime geeks

Cosplay freaks

Nah this isn't Batman

No I'm not saving shit

I'm the fucking joker

With the devils grin

Don't pick a fight I got the crimson chin

Still Malibu and not henny hen

But I rather smoke and not drank

And I rather sniff and not smoke

I gotta couple bitches

Getting mad suspicious

About all the songs that I wrote

All the pretty pussy getting

Dicked down

I was last picked but I'm picked now

All those fuckin lyrics ain't shit now

Meathead with the dope bars

Makin movies like pornstars

Ain't worried about foreign cars

And all of yo ice is irrelevant

Tell me what it takes just to get verified

Cuz I ain't selling my soul

Oh no I'd rather die

And you know I'm with the Flok that's why I'm hella high

Just chuck me up the duces when I'm passing by

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