Текст песни Guns - BEATRAT

This drooling music. teeth in the cool whip
School student, but I don't do it
I ain't got contacts in my phone no I don't use it
Anytime you hit my line it's new phone who this
Block hot, light a fire Bon Scott
This thot going nuts cuz she all out of pods
Mango or tide? hey we should make a collage
Revolution number nine
Imma go fuck on your boss
I done, had an accident alone in the garage
Half my face gone and the other ready to peel off
Okay imma tone it down. I dont like germs
I ain't tryna be anywhere near a bird
I ain't curse, I just fuck shit up
Longjohn custard fucked
Clusterfucked enough to trip up all my
Trip up all my stuff
Gave your aunt a hug for me and not for you uh huh
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Aye, cannabis inhaling idiot only intended to pet on the cat
Not affiliate with a fuck ass, I got hideous bitches on deck
Hit him in the head, if they got a vest
Bitch I got the best, ain't no other us
Kick up dust, why you're behind us
So far back you cant reach this blunt, aye
Bitch you cannot even see him, computer wife like a villain
Fuck it its only a feeling, i'm into smoking. not dealing
I'm into blunts not dutches, acting fuckish to the wrong kids
Anti cuff-ish, I've seen puppets i'd rather be passing this joint to. fuck it