NUTSHIT! (feat. Lemonshe')

Bro what the f*ck Yo why the f*ck is the school calling me(I don't know) The f*ck, bitch I been gone Yeah Yeah They said lil Shane why you drop out Bitch, cause I got guapped up And if a pussy want the smoke We smoke em like a rasta Call me rigatoni V or Chef Boyar cause I got pasta And I’m in the lab cooking up, you’d think I’m Dexter And I’m next up, so please rest up, call me Bo because I flexed up You at MT with no flex bucks You a sucka nigga and that’s fax cuh Hop in my bag, you the typa nigga blame it on lag Ain’t playing no games, don’t need no gamer tag I come from the dirty I come from the rags Gay ass niggas still bussin a sag Pulled up in his whip but he left in a bag Made him fill out his name on his own toe tag I’m bodying hoes cause you know I got rank Not too many bodies cause y’all pussies be stank Stankroll in my hand but it’s mo in the bank I’m the King of this hill please calleth me Hank No Runtz in my blunt but I’m still smoking dank This shit not for real it’s only for play Big booty brownskin, we get married in May I eat up the beat, like she eat up my meat Freaky lil bitch told me nut on her feet Yo hoe favorite rapper, all these others is weak Had her working the mill, Ian talking no meek Cop a couple more mil by the end of the week She gon suck it sloppy then I bust on her cheek And if a pussy nigga buck up Leave that nigga slumped ugh Pull up with the AR leave em leanin double cupped up Now he know he fucked up Took his hoe, got sucked up That bitch call me David cause she know that I’ma bust ha If a nigga try me he is dying Hollow bullets they are flying Have last supper like he dining 12 disciples right behind me My niggas grimy don’t speak kindly Right hand on Bible I’m not lyin Told a pussy nigga fight That chicken scratched like he was signing Come from the mud, thicker blood These niggas bitches, they like studs Blow his brain, I left a smudge Wet the block, got extra suds We smoke stank, it’s a must Got the lean, lace that with runtz Murk a nigga, for tryna stunt When we done, lit bloody blunts Murder, murder, I love murder Guilty