[Verse 1]
I be smoking 24/7, and I'm Jersey Shore reppin
But the guidos and the guidettes best get to the door steppin
I can kill 'em with my lyrics there's no need to force weapons
Upon a pussy who can't afford seconds, course messin
With the best is gonna result in a loss for you
If you really think you boss then you a boss to lose
I mean that's how Capone saw it, what you ought to do
Is take this ass whoopin then cry to Apostalou
Bang on his door screaming "i been assaulted dude"
He'll confirm from how you look then say "you lost your shoes"
But don't tell him how you lost your crew, lost your boo
And how I left you talkin funny like a Boston Jew
If it really ticked you off then you can find me in my basement
Making music bout my problems to ignore these allegations
So come on in but I know you're gonna say this sounds amazing
Become a fan instantly and then forget our altercation, uh
[Hook]
I got a lotta people listenin thats guessin why
This kid can take a break on us and we'll still have him gettin by
Well I can promise you that I'mma hold my breath and try my hardest
But don't think for a second ill stop gettin high
So lemme show you what I do, uh, yeah
Now lemme show you what I do, uh, yeah
Im bout to show yall what I do, uh
Now shut up and listen to what I do
[Verse 2]
I be dippin molly, rollin blunts the nose of Antrel Rolle fat
And smoke an 8th right to my face, but that isnt the whole stash
Cause when I go to sleep I always make sure that my bowls packed
And in the mornin I burn and like beer pong get my roll back
Known fact, I like to get fucked up, spit lyrics
Grown people might not like it but wait till the kids hear it
They'll fear it, drivin and they wanna hear the spittin animal
Talking to they mom "AYO SWITCH TO A DIFFERENT CHANNEL, HOE"
You like that vocab? yeah I thought you would
I taught him good I stole his soul cause im a thief like robin hood
I probly could come to your crib, corrupt your whole family
At least this generation I dont know how fond your grannie'd be
When mike spits, tight grip, ain't no body switchin flows like this
Older bro sit down your sayin that your pimp but you can't turn on a light switch
Wanna fight bitch? take it outside and you can hit with these white fists
Then ill take your sister and her virginity cause it takes 2, goodnight bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I be workin hard so I can give you something promising astonishing
So all you lame fucks im admonishing, stand the fuck back
See there's no one coming on this kid
Im rushing for the bills something like Thurman Thomas did
Abolishing the swag rappin people in the game
Demolish all the wanna be people that waive their chains
And polishing all they cars thinking that's their claim to fame
Accomplishing while the best ones sit and we watch in pain, slash laughter
Yo im tired of these stupid trash dafters
Say they gash actors when they're actin for the cash after
Wack rappers yall straight pussy why your flow messy
You only kill spiders, but nothing like Joe Pesci
Is your boy here gonna make it? oh shit I bet he will
Youtube him up Kashmire the king and let that medley build
He might talk about his former friend is by the jetty killed
But he wasn't a good fella he snitched like Henry Hill
[Outro]
Now how yall like what I do?
I knew yall'd like what I do, Ha
Now stay tuned cause mores gon be coming soon
While I sit in my basement write lyrics and gettin high
I be smoking 24/7, and I'm Jersey Shore reppin
But the guidos and the guidettes best get to the door steppin
I can kill 'em with my lyrics there's no need to force weapons
Upon a pussy who can't afford seconds, course messin
With the best is gonna result in a loss for you
If you really think you boss then you a boss to lose
I mean that's how Capone saw it, what you ought to do
Is take this ass whoopin then cry to Apostalou
Bang on his door screaming "i been assaulted dude"
He'll confirm from how you look then say "you lost your shoes"
But don't tell him how you lost your crew, lost your boo
And how I left you talkin funny like a Boston Jew
If it really ticked you off then you can find me in my basement
Making music bout my problems to ignore these allegations
So come on in but I know you're gonna say this sounds amazing
Become a fan instantly and then forget our altercation, uh
[Hook]
I got a lotta people listenin thats guessin why
This kid can take a break on us and we'll still have him gettin by
Well I can promise you that I'mma hold my breath and try my hardest
But don't think for a second ill stop gettin high
So lemme show you what I do, uh, yeah
Now lemme show you what I do, uh, yeah
Im bout to show yall what I do, uh
Now shut up and listen to what I do
[Verse 2]
I be dippin molly, rollin blunts the nose of Antrel Rolle fat
And smoke an 8th right to my face, but that isnt the whole stash
Cause when I go to sleep I always make sure that my bowls packed
And in the mornin I burn and like beer pong get my roll back
Known fact, I like to get fucked up, spit lyrics
Grown people might not like it but wait till the kids hear it
They'll fear it, drivin and they wanna hear the spittin animal
Talking to they mom "AYO SWITCH TO A DIFFERENT CHANNEL, HOE"
You like that vocab? yeah I thought you would
I taught him good I stole his soul cause im a thief like robin hood
I probly could come to your crib, corrupt your whole family
At least this generation I dont know how fond your grannie'd be
When mike spits, tight grip, ain't no body switchin flows like this
Older bro sit down your sayin that your pimp but you can't turn on a light switch
Wanna fight bitch? take it outside and you can hit with these white fists
Then ill take your sister and her virginity cause it takes 2, goodnight bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I be workin hard so I can give you something promising astonishing
So all you lame fucks im admonishing, stand the fuck back
See there's no one coming on this kid
Im rushing for the bills something like Thurman Thomas did
Abolishing the swag rappin people in the game
Demolish all the wanna be people that waive their chains
And polishing all they cars thinking that's their claim to fame
Accomplishing while the best ones sit and we watch in pain, slash laughter
Yo im tired of these stupid trash dafters
Say they gash actors when they're actin for the cash after
Wack rappers yall straight pussy why your flow messy
You only kill spiders, but nothing like Joe Pesci
Is your boy here gonna make it? oh shit I bet he will
Youtube him up Kashmire the king and let that medley build
He might talk about his former friend is by the jetty killed
But he wasn't a good fella he snitched like Henry Hill
[Outro]
Now how yall like what I do?
I knew yall'd like what I do, Ha
Now stay tuned cause mores gon be coming soon
While I sit in my basement write lyrics and gettin high
( Kashmire )
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