[Intro: Shwabadi]
V2 here we go again boys
I'm surrounded by goats bro, let's get it
[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
Yeah yeah
Man, look out, there's a bear in the booth
And he's boutta say some wild shit, scaring the youth
Money stacked so high, got an aerial view
Try to tell me I ain't rich? Homie, where is the proof?
Homie, where is the proof? Man, the proof's in the pudding
Tryna catch me slipping like I'm losing my footing
Got the tool, I'm untucking. Got em' moving, they're ducking
Try to bite? Leave 'em shocked likе a blueberry muffin (thought it was chocolate!)
Man-Eatеr Bug flip summon
Like a blind girl hookup, boy, they never saw me coming
Yeah that line bout the toolie might have just been Badi bluffing
But I bet you'll find out soon if you gon keep on yappin', youngin
Back to the music, I'm sick of the violence
Back to the stu, never finished with grinding
Back to the macking, I'm back to the sack
'Cause I'm banging a baddie and bagging the finest
Ugh, this shit is nasty
Don't play my tracks when in front of your family
I don't like rapping bout fighting and battery
But some days I wanna go curbstomp a Nazi
Don't @ me, my notifs are full
I'm a beast, act sheepish I'm running your wool
All my contacts are artists been bumping since school
In fact, here comes one now, ayo, Dan Bull
V2 here we go again boys
I'm surrounded by goats bro, let's get it
[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
Yeah yeah
Man, look out, there's a bear in the booth
And he's boutta say some wild shit, scaring the youth
Money stacked so high, got an aerial view
Try to tell me I ain't rich? Homie, where is the proof?
Homie, where is the proof? Man, the proof's in the pudding
Tryna catch me slipping like I'm losing my footing
Got the tool, I'm untucking. Got em' moving, they're ducking
Try to bite? Leave 'em shocked likе a blueberry muffin (thought it was chocolate!)
Man-Eatеr Bug flip summon
Like a blind girl hookup, boy, they never saw me coming
Yeah that line bout the toolie might have just been Badi bluffing
But I bet you'll find out soon if you gon keep on yappin', youngin
Back to the music, I'm sick of the violence
Back to the stu, never finished with grinding
Back to the macking, I'm back to the sack
'Cause I'm banging a baddie and bagging the finest
Ugh, this shit is nasty
Don't play my tracks when in front of your family
I don't like rapping bout fighting and battery
But some days I wanna go curbstomp a Nazi
Don't @ me, my notifs are full
I'm a beast, act sheepish I'm running your wool
All my contacts are artists been bumping since school
In fact, here comes one now, ayo, Dan Bull
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