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    Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
    Shoot for the sky like a church league, y'all heard me
    Absurd G, chickens clucking for bird seeds
    But I gotta apologize, no grease like Xerxes
    Won't heat or burn me, I'm the coolest nigga here
    Usually defecation, now I'm pissing in your ear
    My tablet is the ratchet and the pistols in the rear
    I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here
    Metaphor, chilling with better whores
    Smoking then later on, I bone them like Skeletor
    What would I sell this for, this is free distribution
    Style, they straight jack it like mental institutions
    Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing
    She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing
    Yeah, cause I'm the Super Sega Genesis
    Salute me, game: Invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

    Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
    Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip
    Just like a cannon from the teen in Nick
    That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette
    Tyler the Creator invented some new shit
    And it's probably from the Illuminati, Nazi descent, so
    If I give a fuck, it's probably from my dick
    When I'm Cheney in your daughter, she's tied up inside a tent, yeah
    Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang presents
    We're back like a black bitch's hairline, indent the
    Shit I represent is killing niggas and shit
    That's why I traded R. Kelly my sister for a new hit
    I get it cracking like the lips of a nigger, actor
    Or a Dahmer, when he invited me in for cheese and crackers
    Just to watch the Grammy's (Oh that's Taylor Swift) Man she's so attractive
    Now he's mad and tryna run me over out with Gacy's tractor
    Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green Supreme hats
    Like I was sponsored up by the fucking Pack
    Shitting on niggas, my tongue considered a laxative
    Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like Rihanna lip
    Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip
    Fuck Wolf Gang, fuck what? Here let's take a trip
    Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped
    My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident
    Freshjive, yeah I get it no charge
    Dick soft as fuck, but somehow I go hard
    Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve
    Chima Ferguson's bangin', you Ace niggas is Low Card, Wolf Gang

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    Niggas rolling deep, burners pulled out
    Niggas in the street scared, cause I got the burner in the hand

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