Channel: Short Bus Shawty

Category: Music

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Description: Lyrics: Rise my son. Much has happened and theres not much time to explain, you have died. But in this comes rebirth, you have rid your body of toxins and will come back the man you were. Before, that bitch. Kelly? (What the fuck man get out of my apartment the fuck) Nah my g i have no idea what you’re [talking about (vocal distortion and stretch) think drake pound cake intro Fuck roll of quarters, rollbacks, and roll wraps swiftly Hittem’ with the hoes strap, I don’t cap, tempt me Fo hoe-ass, mole rats who act spiffy Stroll back to your at, lets not get risky I got rage, got me up at three fifty, You got paid? I say its like three fifty For the pack, store the pack, smooth like jiffy N if you mad, tell your dad come get me Low funds, show the ones, flash the gun, task begun, Match they ass if gas has come Blast they ass for actin dumb Rollin one, throw the funds No refunds, on the run stash it back in my dungeon Save the pound that’s in the trunk Cuz I’ll be out in a muhfuggin week bitch, Ill be round, shit you know me bitch, catch me without, need no defense We be sharks n we swimming in the deep end (deep end) Fuck! Fuck! Blas’ his fuckin’ ass you see that man down by the Saturn, Fuck man I ain’t gonna say it again give me that fucking shit. (Pick up sound effect and three gun shots) Hmm Now was that so hard? Pussy ass bitch. Get back to yo shit Banging on yo bitch, I call it a conundrum Gettin dope to the feins I don’t trip cuz they done none Rolling quarters, all the hours, Slangin’ till the sun come, Runnin’ up on me , then we bout to have a problem I ain’t grab no body no I went outside n caught one i ain’t seen the action tho and this is not my shotgun I was shooting dice, making plays when the cops come If you think they’ll get me then check up on the odds hun Devil tongue, the clever young, innocent, that never sung In the shit but level one, n they seek to level up, The petals of, Ophelias love, stacked but never stacked enough He was sharp but bevel cut, the shooter has a clever touch Clever touch, said too much, swinging like its double Dutch Tweakin like there’s angels dust, inside my nose who gives a fuck Got me want to double jump, hold me back if no one does, (FUCK IT) bubbles up, I’m feeling tuff, n’ pop your ass like bubble gum 3.