#trussmidaddi

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA] Motherfucker [Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA] If I hear one more nigga saying All lives matter Gat to your back, bitch All lives splatter No love lost in the land of the free [Hook: JPEGMAFIA] When your race be on the ID Trussmidaddi When your race be on the ID Trussmidaddi "What is so controversial?" When your race be on the ID Trussmidaddi Plantation politics When your race be on the ID Now, trussmidaddi [Instrumental Break] (Trust me! Trust me, uh while you–) [Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA] Uh, while you niggas bumpin' Lightskin dance hall tracks I was clicking and picking all my guns off of Amazon Trust me I shoot real good Never fake it I had to hit the marksmen To make out of basic All my bitch niggas know what I'm talking about I had to take it back to '05 and walk it out Why every woke song you niggas make You be shitting on yourselves? Pathetic, somebody gotta be Ice Cube and dead it Now if I said it I meant it You run this verse back enough times you get infected I got the antiseptic I dropped BBC three months ago And haven’t heard shit that I’m impressed with So fuck it, I'ma press this That good shit you got The one you keep in a secret folder And stay trying to flex with Ain’t fucking with my next shit Shout out to my nigga Micah Johnson down in Texas He fucked them cops good I can’t wait for the next hit Hit after hit after hit after hit Since you crackers loves stats and percentages I got a fresh one for you and it goes like this: Every last cop that died in Dallas can suck my dick In the afterlife And if a war comes I’m shooting husbands after wives They don’t want me in the suburbs Giving your girl that good wood, cracker She said I’m suberp, superb like no other I grip that ass tight when I’m doggy styling your mother She keep throwing it back I'ma give you some tanned brothers I’ll be damned if I hold hands with a cop like he my cousin You rock a blue uniform then? Peggy don’t see color But I ain’t trying to get smothered I just wanna bust a nut in her Plan B Peggy such a sinner I want that John Oliver, Bill Maher, real sex, HBO Go money, nigga [Refrain: Freaky] Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! *bullets* [Outro] "That's what he wants." "And if he wins here, so be there. That's what happened" "[?]" "Bumping in early. Woah, two characters" "One of the---" "Now, back. Ain't no [?], boy" "How you doin'?" "Right now we got SP" [Instrumental Break] Gon!