Duval Brennan Jones

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[Intro]
Yeah (That shit is fuckin' trash)
Yeah (Get the fuck off the airwaves)

[Verse]
Yeah, I miss my city, yeah, I miss Duval
Uh, send me that lo', yeah, I go, I blow at that mall, uh
Stand up on top of my racks, hope I don't fall, yeah
Call up Eli, tell that boy, "I got a mission" (Bi—, bitch)
Go 'head and send that drop, we don't do that dissin'
I call my bitch, yeah, I think she need some dickin'
In her mouth, yeah, I'm from the South, yeah
We don't play that shit, we gon' spin around
I got ties, yeah, I can't leave, I'm bound
I made a emo bitch suck it, I don't care 'bout your pronouns
Wear expensive drip, yeah, that shit you cannot pronounce
Catch 'em lackin', feel like a tiger, bitch, I'm rеady to pounce
Uh, yeah, yeah, yеah
Smoke that shit by the ounce
I'm kickin' that ho out the house
I don't give a fuck 'bout no red card, bitch, I'm ready to foul
And I don't give a fuck 'bout your plans, ho, I need brain now
And I keep that toolie tucked up in my Sterling Ruby
And I can't fuck no groupie, walkin' 'round, actin' like they knew me
Yeah, they see me goin' up, now they act like they knew me
Actin' like they knew me, you don't know me (Nigga)