Lyrics

Call the kid, A Stackzzz, A is for anonymous Stackzzz represents all the cash that Imma profit in Summa all you kinda suck, I don't make a lot of sense Can't tax dirty money gotta make a lot of it Dropping shit, put me on the map like a continent 7 like the deadly sins, I've committed all of them Rob your crib, bad baby, what the fucks a consequence They don't get the message then I guess we gotta stomp it in No potty mouth, kid I ain't with that talking shit That's a little awkward, thought the beat was gonna drop again They be dropping lots of hits, sorry I don't rock with it 60 seconds in, let me move on to the topic; bitch I'm sick of her, she's a hoe don't fuck with chocolate Hellen Keller with the pigs, why the fuck you talking bitch She left and went were its lit like a tiki torch Cheeky little cunt, she's a cheating and deceiving whore Bitch you outta pocket, what the fuck you speaking for Siri's in my fucking pocket, what the fuck she's speaking for Now she's hiding and I'm seeking her, play the game when we get bored Don't look underneath the floor, please don't mind the squeaky boards Freaky Deaky whore, spilt the wine on my Ouija board Fill the bong, no tap water, only Fiji pours Oh and for the record, I don't beat hoes But if I see you with them tools then your new homes deep hoe She's mischievous she's so damn devious New bitch is the spitting image of my previous I never learn my lesson I'm a fucking genius All my jokes cheesiest, pardon my facetiousness Stackzzz is back at it a couple of bad habits I'll double this rap cabbage, have fun the the mathematics A couple of bad bitches but bitches be bad at it Of course you got fat asses, you bitches is fatasses What's fucked up, is you look savage but you fuck average Must suck that you suck so much dick and suck at it Cut a bitch in half, assistant to black magic Repeatedly rap rapidly, spit like I buc matics You leave then your right back again, acting Like nothing had even happened, you must have cataracts I honestly just don't know what I'm gonna do I'm right in front of you, look at me when I'm talking to you She can't hold a conversation but can hold a cock and shake it So besides a hand job, she can't hold an occupation I ain't playing hot potato, you can homie hop away hoe Bigger ears then dumbo when I'm listening son Fuck all you dumb hoes, into intellectual ones So after the sexin' is done, while I'm laying there next To you I will take you and lecture you I'm a sapiosexual That's amazingly lexical, dialectically flex on you Project it omnidirectional, for your brain, interceptable Really hate to get technical, brain dead like a vegetable Just unacceptable, and its fucking disgusting Don't even touch me, It ends so abruptly
Writer(s): Austin Gaeckler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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