SNEKENDASBÜT

Lyrics

[Intro: BRUHMANEGOD] Ayy (Ayy) Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it Yuh (Yuh) Yeah Yuh Ronny J produced it [Verse 1: BRUHMANEGOD] I-I-I just put a thought in your cut I just dropped some moss in your mud (I just, I just, I just) I put lots of gods in my gut (What the fuck?) I see rosters tossed to the none, what the fuck? Must've coupled in with a muzzled clique Everybody tryna double dip Everybody wit' the pay-per-view Hope I never end up with the jaded few That been ate too much, never prayed enough I'on get paid to duck, I put hundred-thousand Fuck the mountain, I surround it Dynamite n' fire fountain Dro-Dro-Drop 'em off, I'm poppin' off without the bog I'm livin' off of feelin' lost So I give a fuck to give enough Abandon trust of all these other motherfuckers Keep my health in check I seldom set myself up best to mix in with the lost causes Fuck the hodgepodge and awful songs I'm rockin' out, I'm poppin' out, you gotta stop Wait, snortin' a foot of ketamine Now I can't feel none of my muhfuckin' stresses, uh Leave a body beat and breathless, get a mention, get accepted, ah Ain't really here to collect, you jus' stress Pestilent process fall into finesse Stoppin' the hottest of topics, I'm on it I vomit the best in the muhfuckin' west [Interlude: Lil Darkie] Yeah, mm Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ronny J produced it [Verse 2: Lil Darkie] Nigga, that's "RIP X" 'til I got no pulse Nigga, live through me, let the hate engulf My body grip a shotty if you naughty Leave you spotty, do karate, you ain't fought me Eat chapati like a good lil' monkey He be acting punky, smelling funky, he a junky I be on that bitch's ass like she a donkey Sucking chocolate peanut butter—Willy Wonkey Got yo' golden ticket Had to run up and pick it up Then I rolled it quick into a stick and I lick it up What I'm holding rich in that it tuck in the medical That I mold in lit up and suck in the chemicals I'm high, I'm high, this went awry I'm bi, but you be sucking on penis I might go fly to Mercury, Venus Not mercing me, certainly, not of my genus Hoe, watch what you say I'll get my K, I hope you listening Fucking with my day I see a ray of sunshine glistening Christen him with bullets, leave him full it I might cry a lot I might pull it, leave him sinking, leave him slumping He not on the clock (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Might fuck I might pull up on yo' bitch I might throw head in that switch Lee got you run up, you bang I don't give fuck 'bout you 'way I mix the methamphetamine with the ketamine Satan, let him in Rush of adrenaline Darkie the melanin Man with the better aim What I've seen I smoke that weed, so my voice real rough I broke that bitch back, I feel real tough She swallow my nut sack out of affection Hollow tip bus back, like an erection That bitch lick on my Diglett She love the way that I jiggle and wiggle it Piglet wanna roll in her refuse Damn, bitch, I could be your nephew Fee-fi-fo-fum I dumped a whole drum I ran through your men I bring that torment Eenie meenie meinie You pulled up with a tiny pole I pulled up with a .50 Hit your titty Prr