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Singer Name: Ethan Ross
Lyrics written by: Ethan Ross

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Yo' b*t*h ain't sh*t, I bet that I could find her at Petco
I got arms on me, I hit you with shot, gon' leave you at endzone
I'm havin' fun with her, n***as is bout to go dumb
I'm 'bout to go hooligan, I'm 'bout to go up again
Your b*t*h, oh she like a G-SHOCK, your b*t*h oh-so fake, Ikea
I have two b*t*hes like here, so hot like
Woah, what, woah, huh, cocaine all in her nose, uh
Propane all on my flow, uh, b*t*hes is breakin' the code, uh
Damn, yeah, I got a sound that nobody can copy, better go kill me 'cause you cannot rob me
I guess she wanna suck on me inside me, but I got a b*t*h and i need me a dimey
They just wanna go give me some gold, I can't f**k with people that sit on they own
N***as' hands is dirty, they f**k with corona
No, I ain't sippin' on that lean, but I'm leanin' in my dreams
I got visions, and my powers go past all these pussies' dreams
I come and , I need to go and cop me a coupe
Ride through your town, slide through your hood, drivin' a bomb straight to your roof

Ayy, what? Oh
Oh, I'm supposed to rap right now, f**k it! Let's do it!

This .30 make a n***a look bulimic
so much I got seasick
I swear he is a b*t*h-a** n***a, he ain't seen sh*t
And when I called his ma, she invited me for deep dish
All these b*t*hes trying to flex their t**ties, but she got none
She really 'bout to cruise and I'm not talking Top Gun
I really got the tool, shoot your granny with my shotgun
If you really act a fool, I'ma show you that I'm not one, ooh
Grip on my d**k, dirty b*t*h like this
Fight that pu**y till the kitty looks lifeless
Baby don't come after me
If you really want beef, I'ma slide you like a Jeep
Glizzy Gladiator, she gon' suck me up till I pee
Leave my nut in her teeth, you know what I mean, oh!
What the f**k do y'all know about finessin'?
I just sold a fake mothership from DHgate

I'm up with a strap and a vest
So if a foe wanna test me, I do which is best, uh!
If he wanna talk like he pressed
Then I give him two seconds just to air out his chest
We blessed him by how he's fly today
If he claim that he rock, he gets sailed away
Watch us port to his nest and take what he lay
Then it's on to the next for who ever thinks they safe
So don't think that you're safe when I'm in your zone
We got scopes in the hill that can clean your dome
When we clip load that TEC, he get stretched by chrome
It's not a glimpse, it's a scrape when we in his zone
He get sent to the realm like a different home
Why he twitch on the floor? He's just spittin' foam
He get dragged to a tomb and then we send him home
Then we p*ss on his grave and say "Welcome home"
He know I be hot with the triggers
We recycle his block for the thrillers
See this choppa kick back like a hiccup
If we don't get what we a want, for the lick up
We do this for money, so stick ups
We blessing your block like some bishops
Or we snatchin' your money, so tip us
So if you don't want the smoke, just shut up
Or we slide on your block with an idle Glock
When we clip down a square, he get 'lined with chalk
We do not miss the shot foe we hot your spot
If you got the juice, then we drench your spot

Yeah, l-let that n***a try me, let him run up on me
B*t*h, I got like seven, he got bands all on me
N***a wanna best me, best me in my army
Tell that n***a test me, he gon' meet this .40
I'm gon' f**k his b*t*h, I'm gonna take his shorty
I ain't pullin' up if there gon' be no party
Cops come talk to me, I don't know no story
Cops come talk to you, you gon' tell the story
Two time, too bad that n***a wanna flex like me like, damn
I bet that n***a be talking, he sound like a mo'f**kin' b*t*h when I walk past his sh*t
Money and diamonds and fame, give a f**k 'bout a b*t*h if it ain't gon' be runnin' my name
I got a Glock by my hip and I it from spray then you know we gon' bang
If you know we gon' bang, we gon' take you out, bullets gon' slump, leave you in the couch
N***as talk sh*t, like to run their mouth, so we diggin' 'em up, put 'em in the ground
Nobody look and nobody found, we hidin' these prints, I ain't going down
Choppa on me leave a f**k n***a dead, so are we gonna do it now?

Yeah, I'ma run it up
Yeah, uh, mama taught me how to run it up
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Mama taught me how to run it up
And she told me never leave without it in trunk
I be real, homie, keep it a buck
I heard your newest sh*t and it f**kin' sucked, I eat that for lunch; cooked chicken
Mo-Money, bad women with me, call that good pickins'
So deep, I'm f**kin' swimmin'
On me, 'bout half a million
Yeah, yeah, I just talk my sh*t, I ain't writing, f**k a pen
Thi-This right here is called The V.I.P., you cannot f**kin' come in
Wanna tie me down, I cannot commit
Sorry, baby, I'm a dog, I'm a mo'f**kin' Pit, yeah
I'm a pit when I walk in dripped
In the pit ain't no walkin', flip they sh*t
When my set hit, it look like Coachella-ella
Whole setlist got no skips, I'm tryna tell her
With a les' b*t*h and I ain't on f**kin' Ellen

Hahaha... maybe one day though
Yeah, oh yeah, yeah!

He thought I sold him a perc', but my Tylenol bottle be winning a trophy for acting
B*t*h, you be takin' a Xanax to blacking out, waking up yackin', you don't know what happen
She go up and down like she writing in Japanese, all in the walls like a nail in the tapestry
Hand in her pants, then orgasm happy, and she comin' fast like them Amazon packages
Walk in the b*t*h, f**king up your establishment, your ho in rotation like claiming the baggages
Gimme some top in pajamas, I'm napping, and when I eat pu**y, I'm tuckin' a napkin in
She take a knee like she idolize Kaepernick, we on the hunt like we tracking or scavenging
I'm in the cut like we rippin' up bandages, rip off her top, I don't care if it's scandalous

Hey, we all got the drip, but you're more like Dasani, huh
We be in the building, the closest you get is the lobby, huh
Get to the top neatly, but I still like it real sloppy
Trust I never fall, but I'm ready to go catch a body
Listen, I'm ahead of my time, I see life through a veteran's eyes, you never heard a n***a better than I
You never find anybody who compet**ive, my celibate mind, nobody can ever f**k with
Feeling feces, I be on my dumb sh*t, read you cappin', you be on your Trump sh*t?
You don't really want this? I ain't gotta stunt quick, and I really mean this, can I get a beat switch?

Up, like I'm nocturnal
Get around, like circles
N***a, you slumped for the green like turtles
You get jumped, like hurdles
I was just chilling in the pad, listening to Fab
You was breaking rap like a n***a tryna pull his cast
I was breaking bad, cooking meth, it's how I get a bag
I ain't talking trash, you can bet it was gonna be glad
You was gettin' mad like my name without the S-A, uh
They don't want me here like my ese's
Put 'em to the test, no essays
Water damage, I'ma let the TEC spray
Ha! Rolling; J.K.
Sweet but I'm nutty, I need a payday, uh
She lettin' a bro smash, no Melee
Got these n***as panickin' after April, that's mayday!

First, wanna say I suck, it's a knife cut through his right lung, and buried without his eyes shut
F**k this, you could even ask my teachers, I was never one to write much, off-top, I could f**k a life up
I might just aim at the industry, I take 'em all out
Saw me as a pu**y, now their eyes gettin' clawed out
Motherf**ker thought he was big, so I make him fall down
I know I'm sick as a b*t*h, but I'm never caught out, everybody gettin' called out
I used to play to a small crowd, now it's a large one, wonder what can stop me? B*t*h, that's a hard one
What? He talkin' sh*t? How much he make? That's what I thought
I got a girl, she nasty as f**k, she don't want d**k if it's not Ethan Ross
Lately, I been wantin' to blow somebody brains out
Ironically, your b*t*h wanna blow me, give me brain now
You just talk about the life and I'm livin' it, shortly really got the wet, I'ma dip in it
I can get double digits doin' triplets, rappers fake crippin', they blue it, I cripple 'em
Blow on my d**k, yellow b*t*h, I be steamin', it's hot, everything I do the cream of the crop
Yo' girl havin' a dream of my c*ck, foot on the pavement, I heat up the block
You is a pu**y, get beat up a lot, catch you a little two-piece and I knock
-You right out your Adidas and socks, strippin' your wrist, I'm in need of a watch
Punchin' these holes in the wall, tell my boss that I'm tired of punchin' the clock
Run me a hundred grand, do you keep it a hundred or not?
I'm not a player, she think I be f**kin' a lot, so I guess I be f**kin' a lot
Everybody told me that my tone ain't so approachable, so I don't give a f**k if it's not

Um, yeah, huh, w****, ayy
Yeah, huh, what? Heh, um

Okay, off-top and off-topic, I'm agitated
Had more lines as an infant than cracked out babies
I be hungry, f**k with me, feed my cravings
And don't give spoon-fulls, I'm a grown-a** baby
Looking upon my feed, you think you're f**kin' with me?
Your balls out the park to try me, so you not, in my league
I rape these beats, the cash flow with longer receipts
Till I deplete, it's triple four, the f**k you mean?
I got a lot up my sleeve, like a magician
Running up fast like a car with the speed, I got the Pistons
Squidward how she blow on my reed, told her to kiss it
Then I told that b*t*h to get up and leave, the head was iffy
And, b*t*h, I'm colder with the pen than my neck on a f**king freezer, though
I might got more fans than you got in your own city, hoe
Fishy-a** n***as be really lookin' like nematodes
She be loving honey nut, spoon the d**k, like some cheerios
Balling like no a**ist, b*t*h, cut you, scythe or the 'ssist sh*t
Sophisticated the fittest bars, like where the drinks hit
F**k corona, I been sick, looking at my logistics
Talk sh*t, and I'm at your door like Jehovah's Witness
You snake-a** n***as be hissing, be slithering
Don't make me cut out your tongue so you won't be saying that slick sh*t
I'm the type of n***a to d**k ya sis, and never finish
'Cause the pu**y be smelling like cigarettes and a fish stick
N***as talk about money, other n***as have, they ain't earned
I got pigeons doing gymnastics, really flipping the bird
It's the words that I fly, as a whirly twirl like I'm up
So the early bird gets the worm, um
Higher in places and high in the mind so I'm up now
You ain't on no come up you just down from the up crowd
Plankton; I'm dropping for fun, I blow the whole town
Leave you injured, alright, you get popped, now your soul down

Tell the media that I am rap music
Every GTA copy owned by every ma** shooter
The bullets that penetrated every middle-cla** student
Who don't look at future, to get treated as human
And it's for the inner cities, they below the rat sewers
Let the police handle them, especially the black hoolans
I be smack, movin' pack, , can't handle it
Should've been born affluent
I bleed red like the bricks of the projects
Seen death, I'm relivin' it constant
Preach less, where we're living is godless
A street pest but is a prophet
Old friend shot and robbed at the 公園
See, the game is oversaturated
Inst**ution f**ked us over, got to rap to make it
No-no-no-no-not much changin' since emancipation
N***as thinkin' I ain't real 'cause kinda made it
でも逆に, these bogus rappers bunch of hopeless b*st*rds
End up owned by masters and don't own their masters
I don't know what's sadder, that sh*t don't empower
Social scattered just to go so backwards
それダメダメですよ, yeah
火曜から月曜, yeah
命を消すよ, yeah!
The type to tell a b*t*h 'fore she kill herself, "God damn, at least let me f**k first"
I say I'm not like these other guys, in reality, I am much worse