Skank And Rave

[Intro] Bitch, bitch, bitch [Verse 1: Fukkit] Let the old me die, bitch, he ain't coming back Like a teen suicide, y'all keep going out sad Put the money in the bag, wave the fuckin' white flag When the smoke subsides, that's gon' be a long drag Got dogs on the Ave., bet it bites when it's mad And they know I got swag so they jock, tryna grab On my dick like a ass, nigga, get off [?] fast Got a Glock and it blast, [?] They not finna clash, nigga, don't act brash Get cut like a rash, and the blunt got hash Stay high off my ass in the same old stash I'm back in my bag, do you dirty, my bad You really not red and the South gettin' mad A nigga got class like a teacher so fast You really just a fad, if the flow go bad A nigga [?] [Interlude: Fukkit] Y'all all really comin' with shit "Oh, Fukkit, you sound the same since Scratch Paper, man" Man, shut the fuck up Honestly, shut the fuck up before you get smacked for sayin' some stupid-ass shit like that You sound retarded— [Verse 2: Fukkit] Heard they got problems where it's at, I'll lay a nigga flat Till you see me on the map, I'm on you like plaque While they buggin' like a nat, my pockets gettin' fat Now they workin' on some abs, and [?] is workin' [?] Got a squad, they hit the flank, they take it like a tank And the ass what I spank, she drippin' like a sink Got the polyester paint, [?] Man, she really think I'm famous, shout to Kay P in L.A.​ And I body like a model but I know it [?] I could point the semi-auto at your bro and let it spray Got the molly by the rocket, keep it tuckin' like a shank If my niggas got a problem, they gon' rearrange your face And I kill it 'cause I gotta just to feel a little safe I'm a product of my father and my momma on a date He was nothing to me always, why the fuck you think it change? See the whites of they eyes, then I'm shootin' at the face, okay (Okay) [Interlude: Sabino] I've said it 15 times Stop fuckin' lookin' at me You don't understand what you don't understand Bro, I don't wanna say it again, just You shouldn't even know— It's pathetic, huh (It is pathetic) [Verse 3: Sabino] When they girl suck me up, closest that they get to toppin' me Gave her right back, wasn't in the mood for robbery I'm jokin', all comedy, man, all you mad ironically 'Cause when since you all did not humor me, I laugh at idiocracy Run into your day job for my entertainment Punch into the clock, off the flak when he rage, man Opposite of that, fuckin' wonder where the day went Golden hour shots, Brando pull up with the A1 Oh, you want conventional? Keep suckin' on that same dick You ain't got no talent, always runnin' out that same trick Everyone's a critic till yo' family down the range, bitch Narcissistic tendencies and [?] in the Range whip See me how I'm runnin', gotta wait for the unzip Jerk it like she nervous when she comin' with the tight grip Watchin' for the quick slip, got it off the tongue tip Call it how you want it but still probably get that [?] skipped Real quick