dualshock ft. lulamoon, Swooty Mac & Khari Lyrics

Oh, yes! Did you hear that, Puppycat?

Three clips in the tuck like an editor

Apex predator, best that you get your bezel up

Reckless insurrection, I'm beating the instrumental up

Senselessly I object, don't let me get up in your mental love

Aye, neither me or my weed regular

You impressing me if you even can see the level up

He who pressing me, cannot even conceive the level of..Fuck

I represent what the devil love

Real shit, think I'm the walking dead

Bitch I'm still kicking

Pussy want smoke then I'll killswitch him

Think you got jokes, you a meal ticket

From the Midwest, thick bitch from the X and we still tipping

On my mind

Your bitch on the line, I'm built different

By design

Get clipped by the time you get to trippin

My man on your six and he tryna get to blickin

I'ma stand on my shit and you can find out if you with it

Fuckyoutalmbout

Fuck all y'all, I hate everybody

Ain't pop shoot, just kill everybody

Talking to my mama and I told her life is scary mommy

Hope you come to peace with any weapon that I carry on me

Niggas be plotting, bitches are hating

Cause I look, feel, and sound fucking amazing

GKFAMily, my brothers made a man of me

And always had a plan to be the motherfucking man, you see

Tell a bitch nigga get back

Might wig out like Kei$ha up in the kickback

Improving my health, they still call me the Big Mac

Never lost a bitch I ever wanted to get back

Good look Swoot, I'm one beautiful motherfucker

Doot, doot, doot, then speed off in the Cutlass

I'm so cool, it burn, you try to touch me

I'm so cool, don't none of y'all deserve me

Smoking on some of the finest on the Earth, see

Kiss my dick and thank me after you suck me

Put my heart in it, don't give a fuck if you love me

Put my heart in it, don't give a fuck if you love me

Real trench baby, that barely dodged abortion

Bodies piling up, I'm the mortician viewing the corpses

Just another deadbeat on repeat, humming the chorus

Then I send it to the clouds like I'm backing up the storage

Life ain't a box of chocolates, for niggas tryna run forest (for us)

With the gumption in the function

You better fact check your sources

Lotta niggas unstable then get on them high horses

Got degrees of separation, but never applied the courses

See, they think they about to win, they get roman numeral ten'ed

I've been tactful with all my tactics, attack and gone with the wind

I'm the type to give ya poker face a black eye

Ain't tryna fraternize, I'm Adam Silver, tryna start a franchise

My fruits of labor big topic, heard it through the grapevine

If you take time then lo, behold, you can make wine

Cincinnati nigga, see my hoods if you take Vine

Out of mud, how I had to make mine