[bbno$]
No one does it better, I'll admit it
Cocky under pressure, I'll admit it
Oops, I changed the weather, I'll admit it
Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll (Whatcha do?)
Really 'bout my gouda a lot, a lot (What?)
Big buck hunt, go shot for shot
If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up
Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll
[TrippyThaKid]
Tummy kinda hurtin', 'bout to kill it like a murder
Dippin' while I'm sippin', I'm wishin' I'm Timmy Turner
Turn up, bumpin' Big Trippy and bbnobucks
So tough, team always eatin', you gettin' no lunch
Hold up, lookin' at the skyline
Feelin' hella down, but like, I'm fine
Pussy motherfucker, got nine lives
Phone lookin' grown on, nine, nine
'Bout to be battlin', war always been happenin'
Motherfuckers talkin' but they never did nothin' before
Trippy been goin' on tour
Drunk as a fish on the floor
Higher than medical gas, takin' me straight to the morgue
I'm a dead man walkin'
Gettin' too drunk, puttin' holes in the apartment
Homie so pissed at the kid, but I'm sorry
Uh, I'll admit it, I'll admit it, I'll admit it, I'm gone
[bbno$]
No one does it better, I'll admit it
Cocky under pressure, I'll admit it
Oops, I changed the weather, I'll admit it
Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll (Whatcha do?)
Really 'bout my gouda a lot, a lot (What?)
Big buck hunt, go shot for shot
If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up
Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll
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