[Intro: Scuare, Kill Bill: The Rapper]
Badadababa (badadababa, badadababa)
Yuh, yeah
(Lowkey sounds sick)
Brrah
(Okay, hold on)
Fuck you talkin' bout?

[Verse 1: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
In the spot sauced out
I'm hittin' block, backspace
Miss me with the sad face
I'm on my open locker
I could rock it from the back, wait
What you say don't have weight
I need another pack, wait, wait, wait-
I think I'm Slim Thug
Gamecube to pimp us
I'm just tryna kick it with you
I don't want my dick sucked
I swear I never miss
Japanese all on my kicks, I'm a big fan
I swear they'll try to push you to the dirt like a kickstand
Tryna be me, sellin' out all of my CDs
Yeah, yeah
Y'all don't see me, all this money won't complete me
Yeah, yeah
Still I count it, build a home inside the mountain
Yeah, yeah
Been about it, in these hundreds I keep drowning
Yeah, yeah
Vision clouded, there ain't shit to do about it, what
In my ways, push on through and move around it, what
I can imagine, yet somehow I really doubt it, what
I can imagine, yet somehow I really doubt it, yuh
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