Friendo Rapper on Steroids

Lyrics

[Intro: Pepconzza] Yo so this is the song where I am going to roast every mother fucker And Custodian's on this too, okay? Okay?! [Verse 1: Pepconzza] Aye, I gotta flip, you is a bitch, when I'm getting on your girl's bitch Oh my god bro, she got some tits, looking like dude, she is so thick What do you want? What is this? You do not know, you do not know You do not know, you do not know, cause you are a hoe You are a hoe, you are a bitch, how about get off my dick You know that this, you is this trash, you looking like DSkills is bad Aye, yuh, aye, yuh, woah, no I don't know how many times I have to tell you you are bad When I try to say that's sad, when you listening to that's bad Bro I am on FLE I am a police man MPD, oh You is bad, you is trash, I gotta stop don't tell my parents, nah Oh my god bro what do you wanna know What are you tryna say? You are a hoe Get off my beat and get off my bro Get off of this and you are a broke Oh my god bro, where did you go? Where do you come from, you do not know You is a broke hoe, you is a bitch How about get off my dick [Interlude: Pepconzza] Aye, yuh, yuh, hard You know, K, Imma drop this hard for umm... 30 seconds? [Verse 2: Pepconzza] I am the best, you is the worst, you know that you is so trash DSkills is bad, DSkills is bad, so is E-Bran like that's bad I fall asleep to E-Bran now, cause that's trash and you know wow Looking at Max he's also bad but he's on this track like yeah, wow I wanna know, Yung Wipe too Where are you at? Where are you dude? I wanna see, get on my bum How about this is Best Friends 2 Aye, here you go Custodian, this is all yours now, finish it off for me [Verse 3: Custodian] Yuh, he a pussy I'm taking his top off I'm in the mirror I'm flexing a Sawed-Off It's got some nice paint but I'm scrubbing it all off I'm like a surgeon I'm cutting his balls off Drip like goth but cut like emo Look at my racks just add another zero Smoking on BFells primo My old shit sound like some screamo Shoutout Kas yeah shoutout Kilo Flippin flippin, why you tripping? I make more racks than your mama stripping In the kitchen I whip it whip it Hitting licks like it's my fucking business Kill the witness then I fuck his bitches Look at the purple that I be sipping I'm making paper like Duner Mifflin So my pockets fat just like Peter Griffin