Damaged Delinquents - NUTSHIT! (feat. Lemonshe')

Bro what the fuck
Yo why the fuck is the school calling me(I don't know)
The fuck, bitch I been gone
Yeah
Yeah
They said lil Shane why you drop out
Bitch, cause I got guapped up
And if a pussy want the smoke
We smoke em like a rasta
Call me rigatoni V or Chef Boyar cause I got pasta
And I’m in the lab cooking up, you’d think I’m Dexter
And I’m next up, so please rest up, call me Bo because I flexed up
You at MT with no flex bucks
You a sucka nigga and that’s fax cuh
Hop in my bag, you the typa nigga blame it on lag
Ain’t playing no games, don’t need no gamer tag
I come from the dirty I come from the rags
Gay ass niggas still bussin a sag
Pulled up in his whip but he left in a bag
Made him fill out his name on his own toe tag
I’m bodying hoes cause you know I got rank
Not too many bodies cause y’all pussies be stank
Stankroll in my hand but it’s mo in the bank
I’m the King of this hill please calleth me Hank
No Runtz in my blunt but I’m still smoking dank
This shit not for real it’s only for play
Big booty brownskin, we get married in May
I eat up the beat, like she eat up my meat
Freaky lil bitch told me nut on her feet
Yo hoe favorite rapper, all these others is weak
Had her working the mill, Ian talking no meek
Cop a couple more mil by the end of the week
She gon suck it sloppy then I bust on her cheek
And if a pussy nigga buck up
Leave that nigga slumped ugh
Pull up with the AR leave em leanin double cupped up
Now he know he fucked up
Took his hoe, got sucked up
That bitch call me David cause she know that I’ma bust ha
If a nigga try me he is dying
Hollow bullets they are flying
Have last supper like he dining
12 disciples right behind me
My niggas grimy don’t speak kindly
Right hand on Bible I’m not lyin
Told a pussy nigga fight
That chicken scratched like he was signing
Come from the mud, thicker blood
These niggas bitches, they like studs
Blow his brain, I left a smudge
Wet the block, got extra suds
We smoke stank, it’s a must
Got the lean, lace that with runtz
Murk a nigga, for tryna stunt
When we done, lit bloody blunts
Murder, murder, I love murder
Guilty

Written by:
Varian Harris

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