[Intro: BVDLVD & Lil Darkie]
Ahem, the definition of punk according to Google is: "A worthless person, often used as a general term of abuse."
Fuck the dictionary
[Chorus: BVDLVD]
Uh
I'ma mo'fuckin punk
I like to get fucking drunk
At times I act like a mug
'Cause I might be off them drugs
I think that I might be nuts
E! F in the chat
For four days of crap from a bitch who just really wanna smash me
Fuck all o' that, get all the back
Then fuck off a pack that’s tax free
[Verse 1: BVDLVD]
Ayy, I just had to ditch that mask and the vest
But yeah I’ll rep a bally if you were ever with the chef
If any fucking pussy moving left I'ma put him in check with a quef through his chest, uh
I dish out the death, I spark up the meth, I’ll pop a few pills
I sniff up that ket, I'll run up the set, I make yo' bitch wet, ayy
You don’t owe me, yet nevertheless the mic knows me
I’m comin' straight for ya neck I’m no phony, uh
I live for the red that flows on me
You wanna go toe to toe I’m like Broly
Shadow-box your face into the unholy moly
If you got a plan for p then come show me
Got too many homies that owe me
Might have to run up on bro with a pokey
Slowly pull up with Henny too fucking cozy
Spin man's jaw like a rollie-pollie
Then I'll smoke up and I go do ghostie
Need you to face the facts
Pick a step and fuckin' take it back
Got the motherfuckin' blade intact
Got an army up in Russia that’ll beat your face from black to blue to black to blue to black, yah
I’m sick of fuckin' sleeping, I'm a demon
You can fuck your fuckin' goals that you be dreamin'
I don’t do what I am told I do up treason, fuckin' heathen
I got no time to fuckin' wait, I'd rather leave 'em
And I'd rather die young than get old
I drink Monster Ultra with my vodka
You should call me Kyle like you oughta
Shoulda thoughta before ya found out that
Ahem, the definition of punk according to Google is: "A worthless person, often used as a general term of abuse."
Fuck the dictionary
[Chorus: BVDLVD]
Uh
I'ma mo'fuckin punk
I like to get fucking drunk
At times I act like a mug
'Cause I might be off them drugs
I think that I might be nuts
E! F in the chat
For four days of crap from a bitch who just really wanna smash me
Fuck all o' that, get all the back
Then fuck off a pack that’s tax free
[Verse 1: BVDLVD]
Ayy, I just had to ditch that mask and the vest
But yeah I’ll rep a bally if you were ever with the chef
If any fucking pussy moving left I'ma put him in check with a quef through his chest, uh
I dish out the death, I spark up the meth, I’ll pop a few pills
I sniff up that ket, I'll run up the set, I make yo' bitch wet, ayy
You don’t owe me, yet nevertheless the mic knows me
I’m comin' straight for ya neck I’m no phony, uh
I live for the red that flows on me
You wanna go toe to toe I’m like Broly
Shadow-box your face into the unholy moly
If you got a plan for p then come show me
Got too many homies that owe me
Might have to run up on bro with a pokey
Slowly pull up with Henny too fucking cozy
Spin man's jaw like a rollie-pollie
Then I'll smoke up and I go do ghostie
Need you to face the facts
Pick a step and fuckin' take it back
Got the motherfuckin' blade intact
Got an army up in Russia that’ll beat your face from black to blue to black to blue to black, yah
I’m sick of fuckin' sleeping, I'm a demon
You can fuck your fuckin' goals that you be dreamin'
I don’t do what I am told I do up treason, fuckin' heathen
I got no time to fuckin' wait, I'd rather leave 'em
And I'd rather die young than get old
I drink Monster Ultra with my vodka
You should call me Kyle like you oughta
Shoulda thoughta before ya found out that
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