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[Verse 1: Karm The Tool]

I'm not doing my job

All my sons and my daughters, I thought you would listen

D-D-D-Daddy's making a call, y'all obnoxious as fuck

You don't need my attention

Niggas hitting me up

Give a fuck what you want, I don't need your opinion

Put teeth in my blunt

When I walk in this bitch

And do it with precision

[Verse 2: Karm The Tool]

The boots that I kick in

Reject the foot that don't fit in

Eye hurts when I text the bitches

I start to sense an addiction

I can't get caught slipping

He a bitch, I just put the tip in

She likes when we get sadistic

I guess we’re just a statistic

[Verse 3: Karm The Tool & Yung Skayda]

Jump up in the pit, finna get my lip split

Drunk as a bitch boy talk gibberish

Back to the crib, finna get my dick licked

Shawty touching on me 'cause she think I'm ticklish

I guess I'm ticklish

A-A-Ah

I'mma get her shirt

You get her pants off

Think we in a fight

The way that we fuck

Fucked all night

No time to make love

(B-B-Box Cutters)

[Chorus: Karm The Tool & Yung Skayda]

Numb, I feel n-numb

I feel numb, I feel n-numb

(-Cutters)

Numb, I feel n-numb

I feel numb, I feel n-numb

Numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, I feel n-numb

I feel numb, I feel n-numb

Numb, I feel n-numb

I feel numb, I feel n-numb

Numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, n-n-numb

[Verse 4: Yung Skayda]

Jump around, jump around

Jump around, jump around

Can we bounce in the motherfucking house?

He a clown, make a sound

Beat him down

Get beat just for being too loud

Boy step back, I’ll have a reaction

If you refusing to back up

Might be incentive to act up

You get smashed up

Too much bad luck

Shawty turn around, I want some ass shots

I don’t sip, I only got a red dot

With his girl, I tend to make her bedrock

Try to stop me, you could get your head stomped

I done warned you that I get too ill

When I turn up I get lit to kill

Shawty know how I live, it’s real

Say what I want and fuck how you feel

[Verse 5: Yung Skayda]

'Sup

I’m a cancer, well I’m a cunt

Are you a dancer? I’m a slut

Gimme an answer, you tryna fuck?

I want a good boy (I want a mutt)

She said wassup

I’m a cancer, well I’m a cunt

Are you a dancer? I’m a slut

Gimme an answer, you tryna fuck?

I want a good boy, I want a mutt

[Chorus: Karm The Tool]

Numb, I feel n-numb

I feel numb, I feel n-numb

Numb, I feel n-numb

I feel numb, I feel n-numb

Numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, I feel n-numb

I feel numb, I feel n-numb

Numb, I feel n-numb

I feel numb, I feel n-numb

Numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, n-n-numb

N-n-numb, n-n-numb