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Shelf (coughing) (******t) [Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]

I'm chilling, literally

My neck is glittery

******s got that screw face looking at my jewelry (ugh)

While I'm flexing chain ***ing is unprotected

I hear that ****** moaning

Sounded like she's sound affected (yeah)

******s talkin' diss and when

I know they are respected

Put they hoes and friends on my guest list

That wasn't directed, all you can do is accept it, or

I will intercept it

And throw it back to left ******, the first ****** she slept with

We rock shows without a set list, cross goes off our check list

Whats the point of death when ******s can exist in whats destined?

I took a shot, boom, boom, bam, (POP!)

They all wanna' rock and claim that music hip-hop (Brrroooop)

But you're just imitation, deflation, you're in migration

Just, pucker lips and suck a ******, as

I'm meditating

Escaping from emancipation, doctors and ****** cops (Eaagh!)

Been a couple of months since

I turned the block (Eeerrmm!)

I kill ******s you can call me homicidal,

I'm married to the game

****** shes my bridal, wife and

I will love her for life

Well all I know is me and

MellowHype, brothers for life

And we don't give a ******t about your problems mutha' ******as' (****** yall' ******s)

Go run about it or solve them mutha' ******as'

We ain't ******' with yall' (******!)

We ain't ******' with yall' [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]

****** everybody else, all

Hodgy need is

Left Break it down on the stoop, rollin' up on the stairs

Smokin' up a lotta' ******,

Chillin' with

Domo G Buying dog for the feed,

MellowHigh till

I read R.I.

P on my grave, ****** still gettin' paid

Family got it made, haters still talkin' ******t

But that ain't meanin' much,

****** ****** meet em' up

I shoot him with -

In his face and leave his -

Poppin' rubberbands (what!?)

Poppin' rubberbands (what!?)

Wolf Gang run tonight ****** mutha' ****** your clan

Gettin' money payin' uncle sam

On the canvas cam, wait till

I paint the sand (Yeea!)

On the beach, on the atlas where ya' hands can't reach (Yeea!)

Pay for my hotel ticket, she gon' suck my ****** at least (Yeea!)

Bought my car, only broke ******s lease,

I got your ****** on a leash

And her perfume on my fleece,

Shes sweet like reecees [X2]

You know we takin' shots (what?!)

Know we takin' shots (what?!)

Empty the clip, reload that ******(Brrrrrroooop)

Know we takin' shots,

******s know we takin' shots

Know we takin' shots (what?!)

Empty the clip, reload that ******

Know we takin' shots (We ain't ******' with yall') (We ain't ******' with yall')