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[Verse 1: funny]
Talking shit, we gon' hit him in his dome
On God, gripping the motherfuckin' chrome
Firefox, ain't talking chrome
You are so short, you a gnome
(And I'm making all these bands)
You ain't got no bands, 'cause you a fuckin' fan
Wait, I'm eating this shit up like Kirby
You are so fake, it's concerning
You are so broke, where's your earnings?
Yeah, I'll leave you a gurney
We'll leave you in the fucking ground
Cashing all these bucks, but I don't make a sound

[Verse 2: 1crusafix]
Tryna talk and you think I give a fuck
I'ma slice him with the cutter, I don't think that shit enough
Got some snakes inside my life, yеah, I knew it from the jump
If you talking on the gang, thеn we hit you with a pump
I got dope inside my backpack
He talking funny, yeah, you know he getting backtracked
He fucking acting like a dummy, need a laugh track
I grab the choppa, then I put him in a hashtag

[Verse 3: visions]
Walk into the function with a Glock, you see me air it out
Run up on me and funny, pussy, yeah, we don't care at all
Bitch I got a gun (Gun)
Pointed at your dome
And you gon' walk, walk, walk it off
'Cause ain't nobody want you here, go home
Yeah, I don't want you no more, so get the fuck up out my way
Bitch, I'm posted in the tycoon and I make these racks today
Got a problem, I don't wanna hear a question
Pistol with some bullet points, bitch I pull a Smith and Wesson

[Outro: visions]
I didn't want to have to do this, back up, it's too late