Bugs

[Intro]
What's going on the beat?
Huh, yeah, what, awha, 800, ayya, what? FUKKSTER
57 on the track boy

[Verse 1: Fukkit]
Midnight watch, it's 12 o'clock
Say happy birthday to my Glock
It's all grown up, I'm still in shock
Turned 17 like just last month
19 bullets hit your mullet
Main bitch fry this chicken nugget
I'm with a white bitch like Edward Cullen
My best friend AK like Joe Budden
I'm gettin' on top, stops so sudden
The moment I drop, my niggas go dummy
She blowing on dick 'til she poppin' the gummy
Puerto Rican bitch prolly think I'm Bad Bunny
Fucked once, came in the ass like yucky
I'm the shit but she think that's yummy
I laugh on tracks cause I think shit's funny
Your whole mixtape a laugh track, buddy
My ice white, cut it, I slide like shuv-it
Your main bitch relate to the stage name Fukkit
Dick cause ruckus, the O's in my budget
She push you away while she bring me my wallet
Nigga think he fye cause he shop at Hot Topic
On a roll with the whip like a chopstick
Chuck you so quick, beat the hand on the clock tick
While my gang throw the setup, we moshpit
Back in this bitch once again with the blunt
Open my lungs with the smoke, what you want?
You a midget like wee man, they pullin stunts
Start some beef with your wingman, servin' you qualms
After file I get left in the dust, yeah
Niggas cheesin' for bread, but it's crust, huh
Like a squirrel she go hard on my nuts, yuh
Made her leave, but that's after I cum, bitch

[Interlude]
"Is that a bug on me? I do have a bug on me."
"You just flicked it on me."
"Well I'm sorry."
"wow."
"I kept feeling this thing on my neck, and I'm like what is this."
"That's really gross, that really just happened."
"Oh it's a cricket."
"No, that's I don't-no.. that's just gross."
"What is that?"

[Verse 2: Sabino]
Low tide all round, 'til my time
High tide, don't drown
Fuck off me, this my compound, don't blend well
Don't play my line, shit gets old for y'all only, you funny
Run out only, shit's picky
Don't stress me out, already are
Matter fact reroute, take your server down
Yeah she conservative, so she swallow it
Never make a mess of it, and I'm stressin' it
Take a whole pint of it, you can't top me
Even if you sense ahead, move accordingly
Show you how'll you'll never win, in a song
Meanwhile love the bitch
I got ghosts and shit
Shawty bend right over sit, man I'm over this
Really boil shit, take this antidote out, all the same now
Get your pictures, break 'em down, use the safe now
Really gotta pistol, run, better stay down
Really gotta a pistol, run, better stay down
Yeah I did it, get it

[Outro: Fukkit]
BLICKY STICKY YUH, GRIND LIKE FIFTY FIFTY YUH
RUN IT BACK LIKE RICKY YUH, MY STYLE IS SO SICKLY
BLICKY STICKY YUH, GRIND LIKE FIFTY FIFTY YUH
RUN IT BACK LIKE RICKY YUH, MY STYLE IS SO SICKLY