Coney Crossroads

[Verse 1: Lil Mosquito Disease]
We're not dropping at Coney, little boy
You drop at Coney, you probably like little boys
Lil' Boy fell off, shoutout Lil' Boy
She called me a little boy
Yung Lambo's a fake bodybuilder, he uses steroids
Queasy ass bitch use way too much [?]
Like I'm pounded, I drive my car into a wall
Nostalgia Critic's cover of Pink Floyd's The Wall
[?], fuck it, we ball
I'm 6 foot, bitch, I'm way too tall
That bitch, she give me that *gok gok gok gok gok*
Choke that motherfucking bitch, make her *gok gok gok gok gok*
Smoking on that motherfucking Double P pack
Why does A.J. think that she is black?
I motherfucking have a heart attack
Your motherfucking shit is way too wack
I'm skip-a-da-flip-a-ba-skipipy-dipping
Your motherfucking shit isn't dripping
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Y'all fell off likе The Amazing Spider-Man 2
I'm motherfucking sick of shit, all you poo-poo

[Verse 2: Beetlebat]
You arе just a hater if you don't like Flex
You don't have sex, and you don't get checks
AOTY, I put a curse and a hex
Every single day, I'm wearing my vans
Mosquito on the beat, like I can't even swat it
They're just a bunch of hater boys and they got no money in their pockets
Squeaky is the brown goat, and he's better than NAV
And Hood Guy is alright, I guess
I failed my psychics class, so I don't know what Nitrogen is
I'm struggling to stay on the beat like Tending Bike
I ride a motorbike, and I eat a Klondike
I feel like Kanye West, I need a blonde dyke
I'm-I'm-I'm in the whip and I'm on the patrol
P-P-P-P-Playboi Carti, I got the control
P-P-P-P-Porky Pig has better controls
S-S-S-S-Someone give me the remote control
Play my songs at your prom like I am the GOAT
If you think that I'm hot, maybe [?]
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[Verse 3: Yung Lambo]
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This album sucks, fuck Hood Guy
I punch you and give you a black eye
When I'm happy, I say "I"
When I'm sad, I go and cry
This verse is short

[Verse 4: Hood Guy]
Are you ready? You're feeling good, and you're feeling right
Across the floor and I'm already losing my mind
Baby girl, looking fine
Watch you playing and playing and playing these guys
Catch my stare little smile
Tell me that you're ready and you're feeling the vibe
Someday, I'll be so damn sublime
We'll arrive behind the hashtag signs
I won't forget you, but I may forget your name, my lady
I know what you're thinking with [?]

[Outro: Yung Lambo]
Hold on, [?] is about to get copyrighted by Trippie Redd, bleleldleleld
Somebody, a fake face on everybody
Pretending they [?]
Let's go out with a bang
Bang, bang, ba—
[Gunshot]