(Tyrone made this!) Woah! [Intro: Puffer] What's up pussies, we're back in this bitch Season 2 You stay beneath us We stay at the top The grind never stops 2020 the year of the flex It's over [Verse 1: Crispy] Shoot the puck out on the deck Ain't verified but I get the check I'm locked in like Golden State You fishin' for likes, don't got no bait, okay Hit it one time just like the chronic Hit it and dash, i'm out like I'm sonic Hop out the zoo like it's Chattanooga 2Pac is alive and living in Cuba The beat is sick, pass me some tissues Got Lizzie Keen with the daddy issues I shoot my shot and I don't miss Ain't goin' home, don't call me Chris Stop for a min, man hold up Gave her tongue tattoo like a fruit rollup Okay [Verse 2: Chaos] Oh I'm shining, I'm shining Shining bright, ooh, like a fuckin' brown diamond Got the swag too like a kite in the night High as shit got your mom ridin' my bike Open Twitch chat and i'm lurkin' Think I'm not doin' shit Man I'm fuckin' workin' Bitch makin' money donate that shit right back Chillin' in Pokimane's chat lookin' like a snack [Verse 3: Hyper] I'm in the whip, with your mom Taking her to Vietnam Crocs on my feet Wait let me send a tweet I'm not vegan I eat meat Tyrone on the beat They call me jumpman stompin' on these goombas Your girl is a whale, she a beluga And that's facts (Incoming!) [Verse 4: Suda] Eenie Meenie Miney Mo Suckin' Ya wife's Fuckin' toes If he holla Let em know I fucked his wife in the back room at Costco [Verse 5: Suda] My wife got fucked in the back room at Costco That's a fuckin' lot of shit that I don't wanna deal with I fuckin' hate you Why would you ruin our marriage It's over (Costco baby) Because of Costco (Costco baby) I have a gold membership and you threw it all away (Costco baby) Fuck you bitch we're done [Verse 6: Tranium & Omegle Girl] (Okay is that good?) Why the fuck my dick hard? I dunno Off ya hoe I ate Chipotle Then she lick the bowl (bro) This flow is pretty stupid tho (bro) She like What you doin' step bro? (Ah!) [Verse 7: Exzds] Lowkey I sneak diss, still a genius Haven't left the stu, since a fetus (yeah) You post a pic Can you delete this? (You what?) Bitch! Yeah! I sent you to the gallows With my brothers, I'm at barrows Barry Allen, I'm on my run You can't be me, I'm one of one [Outro: Tranium] Wait, I haven't heard of these guys in like 2 years but they kinda spit bars! I look up to these guys! They're my role models! That was sick! Bars! I'm putting this in my playlist right now! Okay! Bye!
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