Realism VS Idealism $uicideboy$

[Intro: Koopsta Knicca & Gangsta Blac]
Caught them trizzicks slippin' (How you gonna fuckin' act?)
You did good $lick
It's a smash
Caught them trizzicks slippin', buck them buster—
(How you gonna fuckin' act?)
Caught them trizzicks slippin', caught them trizzicks slippin'
Caught them trizzicks, caught them trizzicks slippin'
Buck them buster bitches dead
Players never, players never, play-play-players never die

[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo]
Give her antihistamines, pistol green like it's a buck
Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
For a reason to give up, fo-for a reason to give up (Yeah...)
Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
Yeah, they call me Yung Mutt, in the cut, smelling like some indica
All these hoes keep splitting cuffs, spilling guts, no ands, ifs, or buts
If her butt was any fatter, I'd be fucked and quickly bust
Splatter kids all on her mug like she's allergic to my nut
Give her antihistamine, pistol green like it's a buck
Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
Be-Bend ya knees, begging please, like I could really give a fuck
Uzi tucked against my spleen, I'll make you bleed until you rust
Yeah, for the static, I'm an addict
Back at it, like a chiropractic crack habit
If I want it, I'ma have it, knock you off this fucking planet
Send your corpse up to the stars, replace 'em all with fucking maggots
Yeah, pants saggin', red flaggin'
I'ma get the bag, whether it's paper or it's plastic
All these fuckboys I be slappin', ain't got time for all your cappin'
I'ma conjure up my demons, whisper all their names in Latin