Flizzity Fluent - 100 Average

Airing out artifacts, Aryan almanacs
Infinite heart attacks, you can have all of that
I am the tallest glass, wait don't call me that
Your bitch keep calling me, just know I'm not calling back
I can do better, with no legs and berettas
She's writing me letters, I'm returning to sender
Loving the vendors of Henny at Spencer's
The pain that I render, is never an ender
Bitch I'ma fuck it up
Bitch I'ma blow you away with the thunder gun
Bitch I'ma fuck it up
The world is rough but mommy told me to suck it up
So bitch I'ma fuck it up
What's it to you, looking like fruity loops
You got nothing to do but get drunk and skip school
You hang by the pool, getting high as a fool
With no money to use, go ahead and hit snooze
Bitch I'ma fuck it up
This is my house party, we gon' use a ton of cups
You gon' have fun with us
If you gon' run with us, bitch I'ma fuck it up
Sticky live bubblegum, soapy like bubble suds
You and your chick can go ahead and couple up
That shit is cute, we calling it puppy love
But you can't fuck with us
Y'all are some butter cups, soft ass honey buns
Bitch I'ma fuck it up

Written by:
Drew Panaski

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