Hiccup

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[Intro] Binary switch, he get lit up Binary switch, he gon' get lit up Hiccup, that bitch, that bitch hiccup [Verse] Yeah, that bih got a hiccup Sittin' in the trap they was sitting ducks You know I'm in it for big bucks Remember I had like ten bucks Put a pole on a nigga, need a chug jug Bitch nigga, I ain't fighting, that's tough-tough Got her pussy so wet like tub-tub Now I got that bit' like a sub-sub Bitch, you think you gone beat niggas up, bruh We be ridin' with these Glocks and they tucked, bruh Niggas wanna ride our wave 'cause the buzz-buzz I be fuckin' on hoes, it ain't just us I be fuckin' on hoes, baby, don't cheat I be fuckin' on hoes, baby, don't leave (Yeah) She be fuckin' on a young nigga wit' old teeth Found out, nigga, pushed his lil' domе-y, yeah They feeling this shit like it's 4D, wakе up and then suck my dick in the mornin' (Yeah) Damn, I had to go and pick up the coldest bitch Eight balls, and bricks, she movin' them boldly (Yeah) And we slidin' down, and I think that I told you, bitch (Yeah) Don't act surprised (Yeah) Niggas be hatin' in shadows, put that in the light Put flashlight on, hang 'em to dry Yeah, like right on, it was on time Four piece on your mind (Four piece) Gimme dat, "You too kind" Bro just got out, they had to put him back, he too wild Put him back, he too wild Nasty ass ho, she vile (She vile) Travelin' ho like choir Bitch, you mad, ho, like why? Lil' boy ain't sippin' no Wock (No Wock) Caught 'em at the mom and pops Chillin' back, smokin zaza I'm in Yodie, I might OD, yeah And I'm off of this crop Put some drop in his drought Twenty-k pop for a blowout (Yeah, yeah) Oh-woah, it's hard to play Cuttin' shit up with a spade (Yeah, yeah) I'm prayin' for her, she told me she was raped If I was there, shit would not be the same Fuck all fame, get a lil' clout and they change, yeah They bitin' us like they got fangs, yeah You can't get a picture, cut him out the frame Yeah, crop that boy out, yeah (Yeah) These niggas be outside way too much, they be gettin' caught up (Yeah) Don't let these niggas tell you sum' cool, 'cause really that shit not (Yeah) All these racist ass niggas just talkin', yeah, we still shoot cops (Yeah) Yeah, we still lose thoughts [Outro] I just [?] on 'em [?] throw these [?] Even more these niggas hatin' Don't give a fuck, these niggas lame
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- Izaya Tiji