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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Garrett Whitlow
Garrett Whitlow
Stimme und Gesang
Brennan Iddings
Brennan Iddings
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
RXTTEN GUAP
RXTTEN GUAP
Songwriter:in
Garrett Whitlow
Garrett Whitlow
Songwriter:in
Brennan Iddings
Brennan Iddings
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
BluntWrapBilly
BluntWrapBilly
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Shit, I feel a little rotten, shut up
I'm bout to tell you a little somethin
I pulled a switchblade out then I carved him like a pumpkin
We don't fuck with rats, nah we cannot fuckin' trust em
Bitch, I'm fucked up, yeah, I'm high as fuckin' shit
Bitch, I'm pourin' up just to take another sip
This some Stilpane in my cup, we ain't sippin' on Tris
I'm a ghoul up in the sticks, yeah I'm walkin' out the crib
Juggalo chicks pourin Faygo suckin' tits
I'm chillin in the back just so I can take a hit
I dig another hole put his body in the ditch
I'm tryna move weight just so I can get rich
I'm bout to whip a couple states
Because my play's afraid to ship
But for 15k, I'm on my way I ain't afraid of shit
They bein' stingy with the scripts I'm overseas, I'll take a trip
Take a hit everything legit I won't be lacing shit
My date is thick with perfect tits, I would not wife no basic bitch
I quit my nine-to-five to mix so hit my line, let's make a hit
My life is shit
Life is short, don't waste my time
Make you hit the dispo, wait in line
Bout to take a vic, I drank my line
Convince my mind my brain is fine
I know it really isn't
Don't get it twisted, make him go missin
Forget I did it we turn atheists into Christians
It's best that you mind your business
Guap you look so high, dawg I thought you was dyin
Banx get on the highway and he be fuckin' flyin
Movin' like some hot boys I ain't even lyin
What the fuck you thought dawg, I ain't even tryin
Home Chefs do that shit at home or anywhere you want
Take this shit around the globe, like I don't even know
Home Chefs like the based god
Cook it up and serve it straight up in your face now
Pure dedication
Talkin' numbers they be buyin' fake followers actin' shady
Ain't no fakin' that could outwork the real is you crazy
Ain't no fake shit that I tolerate, you must be stupid
I was really stayin' home from school so I could make music
You's a goofy if you think this shit ain't really like a movie
How we movin' I can't say because the recipe is ruthless
Thought you had it, but you didn't, like plankton we knew you wouldn't
You gon' burn the house down tryna to do it how we do it
Written by: Brennan Iddings, Garrett Whitlow, RXTTEN GUAP
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