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[Verse 1: Babeo Baggins] I'm not a threat, I'm just a future and you're obsolete I'm charging up my compliments and you be changing batteries Life's about progression but these bitches got me stressin' Soundin' sad and got me feelin' type of aggressive while you smack around lawyers Uncle Jessie with the speakers Do you get it? I can blow a better foe on the inside of a cleaners Do you get it? 'Cause I'm sick with it but you can't get rid of it NyQuil to these niggas 'cause they always try to sleep on it They almost in the remedy They always in the area Got the dopest shit, you better ask your local carrier Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now? Is my voice clear? Hope your page and resolution is here 'Cause [?] struggle This is to where my credit at This to having fun in candles and my marble Fendi hat I'm in mourning 'cause all y'all niggas boring So I killed the game and wrote a [?] [Verse 2: Babe Simpson] Heard your new shit, nigga, hated it We're convinced the critics we are better than their average shit Nigga, we made it! So now I'm downtown with my day one niggas Gettin' faded Gettin' asked if I ever get tired of Barf Troop runnin' shit? I know you hate it Doin' 4x4s since two up and two down And still got got two more Givin' no fucks to who never loved us 'Bout who never wanted to hear us words, what is the hey! Mazel Tov to the charge No room for you [?] out of place Doin' numbers off the backboard And you drawin' blanks off the side court (court court court court c-c-c-c-court) [Verse 3: Babeo Baggins] Bring the horns in! Super chef, yeah, you know I cook it up Make these bitches eat their words, yeah, you know I serve it up And you know I'm in the crew and you know just what we do Takin' names, this ain't no game Yeah, we bring the beef to you Like special delivery You been waitin' for it We bangin' pots and pans so you bitches can't ignore it Like here you go, it's time to cook it up You was doin' for a long time, time to serve it up, full plate, come and get it Yeah, you know I got seconds for you and thirds Nigga, fuck what you heard Barf Troop, real shit, kick you lames to the curb See, I said I tried to get thick I mean real good, and I'm gettin' good dick My nigga he be brainy My nigga be a scholar, writin' essays to the pussy like I kicked him off the roster Yeah, I said I'm tryna get thick I mean real good like I didn't leave the country [?] for the cake Sangrias for my sanity That's food for the soul But I mean, he would be proud of me [Verse 3: Babenstein] Fee, fi, fiddly-fum Fuck a giant, baby, hear the boogieman come Microminds flow wouldn't matter if he run Nigga, got a couple bands Gotta stroke and strum Tell a hatin' hoe get some dreams and aspirations Eatin' better than these bitches, no reservation Flip a fuckin' coin just to choose a vacation Flip my fuckin' shit if you fuck up my rotation Quadruple penetration Yes, I'm fuckin' all you niggas up BT go hard, no Powderpuff But a bitch dykier than Buttercup I'm buttered up on that money die Bourbon chicken samples Niggas always tried it Lindsay Glohan, always Freaky Friday Comin' up over us? Not likely!