​left handed people are simulation defects

[Producer Tag: Enrgy Beats]
E-E-E-Enrgy made this one!

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
I just broke a plate down like we got to eatin'
You ain't 'bout pay, stay in yo' lane, boy, you fuckin' fiendin'
Blue hunnids coverin' my body on my Marco Phoenix
I just hit a killstreak, bitch, yeah, my cargo needed
Like where the drop at?
I just crack the seal on my Wock', where the pop at?
I just let the chopper talk to 'em, they ain't talk back
Big suppressor on my gun, where the shot at?
You would've thought the way he movin', he would've shot back
Brand new Rollie out the sink, run the clock back
Jack thе Drought Sulong on my mink, that is not fat
Hit the bitch straight from the back; I did, wait, hold on
Hit yo' bitch straight from the back, you can't top that
Said hе doin' magic, but he cappin', he just top hat
I don't even talk about my bitch, but I got rack
Omar pulled a eighth out in Tampa and we got smacked
Heh, then we got LAX
​oddwin fatass up in the kitchen like, "We got snacks?"
I just hit my plug wit' a price like, "You got pack?"
Bitch tried to drop my guap on the floor, she got smacked

[Verse 2: CAMOGOD]
And this nigga want a verse, but I don't even like rappin'
And I be sellin' pack on the low, so, lil' nigga, just tap in
And when I sold it to my [?], he ain't even know what happen
And if this bitch got a man, then you know that I be scrappin'
And I ain't even got label, li'l nigga, know I work free
And I sold that nigga a thirty, now that li'l nigga Perkie [?]
British nigga blocked me on Twitter, li'l nigga think he hurtin' me
All because I took his bitch and fucked her on twitch.tv
"Mom, I need new underwear, I shit my pants"
Now I don't let shit bother me, so I don't wipe my ass
And he be moochin' off the weed, so I ain't even finna pass
Nigga said he wanted zaza, so I sold that nigga grass
Holy moly, guacamole, now a nigga sellin' bricks
He thought I was playin' hockey when I said, "I got a stick"
And he said he wanted crack, so I gave that nigga Ritz
Twitter nigga hella mad 'cause I be fuckin' on his bitch
Nigga, don't be mad at me' cause I fucked her, she hit my line up
Only gave her thirty minutes then I told that bitch her time up
And now li'l nigga wanna face, so I gave that bitch a line up
A li'l nigga public menace 'cause I get the rate of crime up
Damn, I just got a bitch and next day I lost her
Bitch tried to steal my money, so I might just have to box her
And my life is like a movie, li'l nigga, where's my Oscar?
And this bitch is like a song 'cause, in a minute, I'mma drop her
Achoo! Psych, nigga, that's the influenza
I feel like the owner of Ferrari, way I pull up in a Enzo
And she must be the fuckin' Packers, way I end up in the end zone
And she call me "jaywalk's idols", way I en-en-en-end though
PE$O said he got some opps, the next day, there ain't no opps now
I pulled up to the police station with a chopper and shot the cops down
They ain't even fuckin' catch me, but they tellin' me to stop now
And her head ain't even messy, so I ain't even gettin' slop now
Holy fuck, I got shit, get the fuck out of my face, damn it
I went to the toilet, drop a deuce, and I ain't even take damage
Jewish plug gave me kosher gas, his name's "Stanley"
They only watch when they need something, man, I hate family

[Verse 3: bzargoodboy]
This ain't a gamble, li'l bitch, I'm really set up
Once I sink my teeth into the game, I won't let up
I'm gettin' really BIG LAX near sandwiches, fed up
I'm here to give you dick, girl, I ain't here to bring yo' breast up
VLONE tee, I'm rockin' Stanford, V for "Vendetta"
Big ass titties on the chop', it's Rebecca
Niggas thinkin' wealth in the streets, Cinderella
Tryna play me like I ain't the top one don
[?] yo' bitch, she love [?] up, said, "You ain't man enough"
I just broke the seal on my Henny, bring my mana up
I can't, worry 'bout a bitch, ain't got the stamina
I did, this shit all by myself, ain't need no manager
Yo' homies, they be tellin' on you, heh, they some cameras
Freak model bitch with a stutter, her name "Hannah-nah"
Talk to the real O-G's, the bag handlers
They tell me when there's money on the floor, you clear yo' calendar
This shit I'm smokin' on got me yellin' for my stepbro'
Heh, wait, what are you doing?
I just whipped the pistol out on dog, it started [?]
I'm not, swimming in the coochie, I'm canoeing
I got them bitties in my mouth, that bitch mooing
Push tapes like [?] on the real, I'm Majin Buuing
I just whipped the dick out on yo' bitch and started shooting
The pussy don't hurt, when I hit, bitches cooing
Yo' parents only wanted you to win, but you failed them
Broke his legs and asked him questions, we Christian Baled them
He was talkin' spicy on the net, so we trailed them
You tried to leave the state on a train, we derailed them
Y'all don't really want this shit, you wanna sell them
I'll call the case out the way somewhere in Belgium
I knew, when to hold my cards, so I held them
I'mma keep fuckin' up these blues like Selsun

[Outro: bzargoodboy]
Ugh, hahahahaha
Li'l bitch, heh
Aye, tell PE$O, "Get another one, get another one"
Yes, sir!