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Directed by Junior Produced by Distro
Lyrics
Put down the drugs I’m still on one and buzzing finally Can’t ride this wave Same way you can’t ride a whole sunami Hustle and timing bout the only thing you need To get some money Homie skating through his life Cuz he wasn’t grinding Brodie saying he up next But he stuck behind me Looking in my rear view mirror I could see a ruffled diamond Don’t see no shining though He must be lying Talking bout his Rolex but it’s fake Guess its touchy timing Wipe the fucking smirk off my haters Yall too broke to smile round me Style bender Bend the timing Pull the style out me Not MMA the FBI they got a file on me Bullet shells Rubber bands I got a pile on me
Send him to the ER They wishing it was VR The way I put em in the grave And don’t care bout the PR If they don’t like me It’s nothing new we know who we are Call the ambulance And send that boy into the DR
Ima hell raiser And a trail blazer Stopped sipping that because it turned me To a snail pacer In middle school you was a bully And an L raiser Then you peaked in high school and quit Because it felt safer I took calculus And calculated my own repertoire If I’m high at all It’s only cuz that’s where I set the bar You and your homies wanted beef You pulling up I got four nines pointed at two different jokers Like a deck of cards Homie take a breathe You just a stepping stone And I don’t care where I step We left him missing teeth Man they thought he taking meth This drama give me life Ima do it till my death
Send him to the ER They wishing it was VR The way I put em in the grave And don’t care bout the PR If they don’t like me It’s nothing new we know who we are Call the ambulance And send that boy into the DR
Aye they wonder why I don’t do no collabs Truth be told I don’t like rappers much Unless it’s Yelawolf or my day ones Y’all be fake as fuck Bunch of pussies in the game Who out here acting tuff Bite my shit Then when they see me try and dap me up It’s head hunting season I’m done with all that friendly talking Won’t take no jewelry off me I keep me a semi often A stack of hundreds on me They won’t get a penny off me Piss on his grave Dig him up then shit inside the coffin When you this good at rapping they gone keep they distance from you It’s cool cuz I don’t need no new friends I get the money This shit get sticky like it’s dipped in honey But it’s dipped in oil When I set that boy on fire he a blooming onion I can’t bump none of that new shit It’s too redundant I tried to give these boys a chance But I’m too reluctant You popping in your city No one heard you out in London I can’t be broke When this money out here too abundant
Send him to the ER They wishing it was VR The way I put em in the grave And don’t care bout the PR If they don’t like me It’s nothing new we know who we are Call the ambulance And send that boy into the DR
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