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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