[Part I]

[Verse 1]

Uh, yo, check it motherfucker

Knowing brodie sending shots and I'ma take it motherfucker

Uh, yo, bitch we steppin' motherfucker

I lost track of them zeroes, boy you gon' get it motherfucker

Bitch I'm tryna leave the Earth, uh

Damn my people need me

It's like magic when we roll up in that bitch, it's like Fushigi

That must be a typo, dawg, I caught him slipping like oops

You kill your own career dawg, I'm just tightening the noose, stop playing

[Chorus]

Play stupid games, boy

Win stupid prizes

My gun up in yo face and I'ma rest it where your eye is

Bitch you play stupid games

Boy you win stupid prizеs

You thought it wouldn't come to this, the glicky took your iris

[Verse 2]

Damn!

Bitch I feel like Travis touchdown

Momеnt i drop this shit going i just cop a bust down

I think your plug a fed, homie drug dealing bus now

I don't need a car to beat yo ass dawg I'ma bus down

[Part II]

[Intro]

We are brodcasting o-, we are brodcasting o-, we are brodcasting o-, we are brod- (patty hills)

[Verse]

Put a gun in brodie face and told him "yeah hello"

He think I fuck with him, he steppin' in some problems bro

I put my hand on his shoulder and say "you're prolly broke"

Got his ass green, now he lookin' for a pot of gold

Yeah, huh, we incompatible

I'm smokin' on some loud, dawg, you smokin' on the saddest bowl

I'ma shoot him in the knee, anything to make him fold

Still want beef? Dawg, I'm getting you a salad bowl

Wavin' paper, got 'em mad like I'm a matador

You ain't worst shootin', you got a problem brodie that's the door

Uh, and I ain't subtle with the metaphors

I'm really that bitch and I done already set the score

Big scuff with the motherfuckin' rin cut

Racks getting ugly, man, my wallet a nip tuck

Yeah, huh, boy your time's up

I'ma put my hand up on my hip and tell you what's up

[Part III]

[Intro]

Wow, Peru sure was a beauty

[Refrain]

You, keep fucking up

You, keep fucking up

You, keep fucking up

You, keep fucking up

[Verse]

Brodie pulled a gun on me, I laughed at his tiny dick

So small, that when he shot, dawg I did not acknowledge it

I best be paid for that, y'all check 'cause I been payin' for that

And I need some new pack so don't make me get dangerous

Uh, runnin' and gunnin'

These pussies puttin' up, kinda wanna fight

Shot him in the face, and now he seeing neon white

Uh, yeah, bitch my life is neon white

I'ma smack him in the face and I'ma knock him out of sight

Oh 'cause

[Refrain]

You, keep fucking up

You, keep fucking up

You, keep fucking up

You, keep fucking up

[Part IV]

[Chorus]

Ayy, lil bitch you need a therapist

Ayy, lil bitch you need a therapist

Ayy, lil bitch you need a therapist

'Cause if you got a problem, dawg, I promise I don't care for it

Ayy, lil bitch you need a therapist

Ayy, lil bitch you need a therapist

Ayy, lil bitch you need a therapist

'Cause if you got a problem, dawg, I promise I don't care for it

[Verse]

Rap game Bob Odenkirk, you pussies all just missed the show

Saul Goodman got over it a bit ago

Yeah, and I know just what you wanna know

How the fuck am I in Canada and I'm still pushing snow?

Ha, yeah I know y'all wouldn't get it dawg

I'm standing on my street so-so-so much I'm getting vertigo

Best fucking rapper and the prettiest too

Now you're wondering how I'm both, and how I'm not you

I get it-

[Outro]

Hey, listen

Hahaha

Yeah, yeah, you know

That was some shit, that was just some songs, you know

That was-

That was some music in-

Hahaha

I-I love

Man, man, you know, like

Shoutout to patty hills, man, uh

Shoutout to Tired Eyes Records, fuck, uh

Crash Blossoms clique, uh

Ur new favorite war criminals, what's up