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[Intro] PlanetZero Yeah (Hey there) Oh my God Uh Pause, what am I doing? [Chorus: heartstopmiami] Yeah yeah yeah This Glock gonna pop off And I keep me that pump, sawed-off Why he dare try to front? He lame as fuck Put his motherfucking body inside thw trunk I don't give a fuck And I'm fucking his bitch, I'ma bust a nut From the back 'til she walking like Forrest Gump He keep tryna talk shit, but he fucking up [Verse 1: heartstopmiami] Bibbity bobbity boo Eat the pussy like it's food, motherfucker, who are you? In the back with my dudes, totin' MACs, totin' tools I made this song in the Zoom, yeah Fuck with me, you meet your doom, yeah Stick out, go boom, yeah Clean it out like a room, yeah And his friend all rudе, yeah Watch the chop fucking fume, yеah Get a mop, not a broom, yeah (Just give it a second, just-) I'll see you soon, yeah Day, night or noon, yeah Fuck you up on New Years You gon' recover in two years I'll see you soon, yeah Day, night or noon, yeah Fuck you up on New Years You gon' recover in two years [Verse 2: Erosdalightskin] Straight to the point like a motherfucking blade I fill the rest because, what that bitch say? I'm causin' some static, you acting dramatic I get to erasing, I feel like a plague I already know you a bitch boy Ain't no need to elaborate I already don't give a shit boy That includes what you gotta say I'm in this bitch, I ain't talking no infant I can't see your bullshit like I got bad vision I don't give a fuck if that shit wasn't written I'm sorry I’m better. it ain't my intention You can't handle the heat little nigga, I will not call your ass a chef, bitch Since we are the topic, won't even bother calling you a vet [Verse 3: Lunacy] Hi, hello This my entrance, I'ma let you know I have no fucking interest being buddy-buddy with you bubble guppies Anti-social mothafucker, never posting 'cause it's fuck your likes Talking that shit, motherfucker, you die Yeah, she want me 'cause I'm fucking her right Give her long dick while I'm standing 5'4" What you think of that? All up in her cat Talking that shit when I walk in that bitch Only hearing crickets, all I got is riches I don't need no bitches, keep my comma Cents so I'm making dollars In my damn Impala, bumping Tame Impala Wanna hit my line? Don't you fucking bother I discriminate, floating on the beat make 'em levitate Stay up in my room, all alone 'bout to masturbate [Chorus: heartstopmiami] Yeah yeah yeah This Glock gonna pop off And I keep me that pump, sawed-off Why he dare try to front? He lame as fuck Put his motherfucking body inside thw trunk I don't give a fuck And I'm fucking his bitch, I'ma bust a nut From the back 'til she walking like Forrest Gump He keep tryna talk shit, but he fucking up