(feat. Kid Trunks)

[Bass Santana:]
Call me capital finesser
Hit a bitch up and I flex
Baby, I am not impressed
Flip that booty out the dress
I was moving while you slept
I could teach you how to chef
Talk to God, I'm in the flesh
I got Buddha on my neck
Got prescription for depression
Got that 40 for protection
That machete send a message when a nigga try to step in
Got prescription for depression
Got a 40 for protection

All my life I been the type of nigga that don't fuck with niggas
Mama beat my black ass so much you couldn't touch a nigga
Circle smaller than a tight pussy better [?]
Where I'm from we ain't smoking swishers but we drink [?]
Hold the liquor for the bitch afraid to hit the spliff and find a little bliss
I just made a couple hits, they fucking with the [?] that blew up like a [?]
I just gave her a lil dick, she moaning like them other niggas never hit
Moving with a little voodoo, beat the case and skip the country on the quick

[Kid Trunks:]
[?]
Yes I got the 40 to your motherfucking skull
And I got my [?] and that shit cold
100, 000 bitches wanna fuck right now
Why the fuck they wanna talk about me?
They ain't never wanna talk about me
Now they wanna fucking talk about me
Smack a bitch [?] she acting funny
If a nigga wanna touch me I swear he'll bleed
If a nigga wanna laugh at me I swear he'll see
[?] to the face, burning like my fucking weed
And I got my double cup feeling fucking [?]
[?]

[Bass Santana:]
Call me capital finesser
Hit a bitch up and I flex
Baby, I am not impressed
Flip that booty out the dress
I was moving while you slept
I could teach you how to chef
Talk to God, I'm in the flesh
I got Buddha on my neck
Got prescription for depression
Got that 40 for protection
That machete send a message when a nigga try to step in

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