‎euphoria

Woah woah woah, woah
Kill that boy man then go dig up his body
Spin that boy better go check in the lobby
[?] and Keeta we do it for hobbies
[?] we catchin' these bodies
Run up, choppa dump like the garbage
Boy yo [?] real trash like the garbage or sum'
Go check on the net, "Where the margins?" or sum'
His ahh got beat like Maajins or sum'
(Oo-)
Yea, sike, nah, you thought I would glitch
Brodie like Roddy, he heard that I'm rich
Yellow lime in my hand, that's a cup full of piss
Better watch yo neck if you tryna go diss
Gotcha girl givin' top, no she can't get a kiss
Bruce Lee, get up with the muhfuckin fists
Wockhardt in my hand with a pint of tris
Yеa, yea, yea, yea, yеa
Feelin' like Duwap Kayne
Bro with the shotty, he blew out his body
I told him to stop but it's all the same
She gimme the wood, I'ma face it
Nowadays shawty be basic
She wanted me, wanna taste it
I told her she need to face it
Wait, what? Nah, not like that
Like, you better get over it
Show me that you is appropriate, ay
Ok, big clip, finna dump, get low
I got a Glock like it's BO3
MP7 like it's BO2
Xans and percs, boy, I got bout two
Take a sip of that drank, oh no, I flew
Why is your EP still on mute?
I got a [?] to stream, me too
Shitty ahh boy, remind me of poo
Mechanic ahh boy why I got me a tool
Run up on me, Blocboy gon shoot
I keep the Drac', and it's under my shoe
OVO poppin these bullets at you
Slimy ahh zuri, lil bro said "achoo!"
B, b, b, b, b, beretta!
Just like a rat, boy, I'm worried bout cheddar
Talk down on my brother, just got a vendetta
Why is your mom on my head, uh
[?]
Pull on her hair like a lever
I got some [?] on my sweater
God damn, what a bummer
Feel like I'm hotter than summer
I came with the stick like a drummer
I came with the drums like a band or sum'
Pistol gon' blow like a fan or sum'
I'm with my [?] like a Klan or sum'
You sold your soul for a band or sum'
Ha, ha, you lame
Peep hole, close shot, finna bang
Finna sing on the bih', T-Payne
Oh, ooh
Run up on me and that choppa gon' buss
Just got the bust down, used to ride the bus
Stop recording, finna cut out cuz you suck
Like LOL, you afraid of hollow shells
To be honest, who really wouldn't?
You a stick in the mud like some pudding
I got my Glock, finna pull up on Russia
She wanna fuck but I really won't touch her
I got [?]
Like a hunnid deep, bro, this shit get cluttered
Told her she could not, she flustered
Twin Glockies, ketchup and mustard
Put a hole in a donut like custard
Was that all the courage you mustered?

(I got a- BO3, uh, we out, gang gang gang gang)